Monday, March 10, 2008

A Little Wound Up

Last night we bought a Honda Odyssey. We opted for a used vehicle from a dealership so that we could have the Honda Certified Warranty. That was all fine. What wasn't fine, was how long we were at the dealership. Somewhere around 6 hours. And Max was with us.

Well, Max hates to wear his shoes, so he kept taking them off. When I saw how FILTHY his feet became from the "waxed" floor there, I decided to let him keep them off so that he didn't RUIN his brown suede sneakers. That was a tough call, because my normally ghostly white son had black, black feet. I washed them once, when we decided to go get some dinner at Marie Calendars while they processed the other 3 people who were there before us (only one finance person was there because the other had gone home sick that day). I also had to wash them again when we got home, while Max was asleep, so I could put him into bed.

Anyway, they had a children's playroom there, but it was full of very uninteresting infant toys. They also had a widescreen television, but I could not find anything Max would watch. So Max started running around that dealership like he was doing laps at the Indie 500. At one point, we couldn't find him and then all of a sudden we saw his head pop up from the driver's seat in one of the floor-room models...a convertible. He ate 3 bags of popcorn. He also started chasing around the remaining 3 employees, our salesman, the desk manager and another salesman...yelling out to them "I'm gonna get you." At one point I saw him running at a full gallop, shaking his head from left to right, hair swingin through the air, in large arching circles. It was several hours past his bedtime and he was completely over stimulated.

So FINALLY, it was our turn to complete our loan paperwork (at 3.9% interest, we decided to finance through Honda). Anyway, the finance guy had left the room to go grab some paperwork and while he was gone, Max threw up all over me. He had complained that his tummy hurt, but because he was still playing, I didn't pay a whole lot of attention. Atfter all, it wasn't like we could leave yet. In retrospect, I wish I had tried to quite him down more, but he had resisted all attempts to get him to sit still.

Max puked all over me from my crotch down to my knees, as I had been sitting in a chair. I couldn't move because of all the vomit in my lap and Scott was trapped, behind the guy's desk, between me and the wall...making it difficult to get around me to grap a trash can for Max, as he continued to empty the contents of his stomach into my lap and onto the floor. Thank goodness for the blanket in my trunk. I had to take my pants off and rinse them in the restroom sink and then wrap that blanket around me to finish off our paperwork and make the drive home.

So now we have the Odyssey in the driveway and all is good. Blech.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Congrats on the new van, did you guys trade the truck in or do you just have all three cars now? So sorry to hear about Max and poor you how hard was it for you to hold down your own stomach after he let his go all over you?

Piratewench said...

I'm not sure who is asking me these questions...

Anonymous said...

HI
It's me Sharon. Twin Girls, huh! What an adventure you live. Tam just went thru that w/Hayden at the movies (the empting of stomach contents)Yuck!! When you have time contact me...

Anonymous said...

Hey Kathi~ It was me Samantha~ How are those babies doing? and hows the Mama too?