Jul 31 2002
Comedy of Errors
“This traffic isn’t going anywhere,” Robert lamented. At this rate, we’re not going to get there for another hour or so and probably won’t make it home until midnight. Can we please go somewhere else for dinner?”
I had my heart set on going to Salty’s for our anniversary dinner. It was where we went last year and I had envisioned it becoming a tradition for us. I surveyed the traffic silently and pressed my fingertips against my temples, wishing away the headache that was forming. It looked as if my dream wasn’t meant to become a reality. I felt the world was conspiring against me.
“Oh, all right,” I said unhappily. “Let’s go where you want to go.” I regretted the words…the tone of my words instantly. We were supposed to be reveling in romance. Instead, we were both becoming peevish. Blame it on the traffic and a long day at work.
He took the next off ramp and suggested we look for a restaurant he had been to a couple of years ago on Greenlake. He drove to the area where he thought the restaurant was and took the first available parking spot. We got out and started walking. We walked and we walked and we walked. We walked some more. Still no sign of the restaurant. I grumbled about being cold and tired and on the verge of death if I didn’t eat soon. We headed back to the car, resolved to drive around Greenlake until we found the restaurant.
The restaurant was no longer there; however, a new one had opened up on the same location and we decided to try it out. It was dark inside and there were candles glimmering softly on the tabletops. I was immediately put back into a romantic frame of mind. Things were going to be as they should, I thought smugly to myself. A fancy meal, a couple of drinks and gazing at one another in the flattering light of candles. Ahhh.
We ordered champagne and toasted one another. I cried with happiness. And then we started waiting for our meal to arrive. We waited and we waited and we waited. We waited some more. Still no plates full of exotic foods. We kept waiting. Finally, the waitress showed up, apologized for the delay and said the champagne was on the house. We immediately felt appeased and drank some more champagne. Both of us got a little tipsy. 
When the meal finally arrived, we were in heaven. Everything tasted so good! Of course starvation will do that to you. I probably would have been happy with Chef Boyardee’s ravioli at that point. :rofl:
It was getting late and we had to go pick up Sam from the babysitter’s. When we arrived, she told us that he had been a little bit fussy. We apologized, hoping he hadn’t been so bad as to make here reluctant to ever take care of him again. She assured us that he was all right.
Picking Sam up, Robert asked, “How are you, baby? Did you miss us?”
Sam gave him a sad glance and then threw up all over him.
“Oh no!”
“Get some towels! Quick”
Sam threw up again. Robert’s nice clothes were drenched in soy milk. I feebly started mopping up the mess and Sam threw up for the third time. We used up two bath towels trying to clean up the mess. I was so embarrassed for this to have happened at the babysitter’s. Luckily, she has two little boys and Sam’s eruption didn’t shock her too much.
I carried the baby out to the car at arm’s length. True, we had wiped up the mess as best we could, but he was still damp and smelly. We hurried home and into the bathroom. Robert took charge of giving Sam a bath. I took off my nice clothes and went into the kitchen to wash some bottles so we would have plenty for the next day.
Several moments later, I heard this feeble voice calling my name. “Aaaaammy? Amy? Pleeeeease come here.”
I slowly walked to the bathroom dreading what I would find there. Robert was holding Sam at arms’ length up out of the bath water. I noticed that the water had taken on a strange hue. It didn’t dawn on me what had occurred until Robert croaked “diarrhea!”
Ugh. We drained the tub and rinsed off Sam in the shower. I took Sam from his father who immediately jumped in the shower to clean the filth off him. Up to this point, I had been the parent who had been thrown up on, pooped on, puked on and peed on. I think the score is even between me and Robert now! Poor guy!
What a way to end our second anniversary!
( Once he got all that out of his system, Sam seemed fine. He must have caught some kind of evil virus. He slept well last night and was in good spirits this morning.)
