Tonight we had signed up to feed the missionaries. They had introduced us to a guy at church on Sunday and we'd invited him too. So I made roast beast and other tasty delights. I cleaned the house and vacuumed. I got everything ready and Dan came home 15 minutes before the guests arrived. He did his part by finishing the mashed potatoes, and the kids entertained (read, jumped all over) the missionaries, once they arrived. There were also 3 missionaries, rather than 2, so we had 4 hungry men for dinner. (And boy were they tasty!)
Dinner went well, but dessert wasn't quite ready. So we had the spiritual thought and watched "The Restoration" while the Brownie Pudding finished cooking. When everything was ready, dessert cooked, ice cream and bowls on the table, we invited them back into the dining room, and Marian upchucked all over the floor. She cried and spit and puked some more. And cried and spit and vomited again. And then she cried and spit.... and you get the picture. The missionaries quietly retreated to the living room. 20 minutes later, Marian finally finished throwing up and was still crying and occasionally spitting, but I had managed to clean up the floor and freshen the air and we were ready for dessert. It was marvelous, despite the prior issues.
I was nearly finished enjoying my perfectly proportioned ice cream and brownie pudding, when Callie popped into the room, sans pants and underwear. She'd wet them, and managed to pee all over the bathroom floor. Yes, it was a red letter evening for me. On the plus side, dinner was great and the guys were very gracious. We sent them home, got the kids to bed and settled in for a nice evening. I got Delaney ready for bed and she was fussy, so I sat down to rock her a bit to try to calm her and she spewed a continuous and copious amount of predigested milk and dinner on me. So disgusting. (It was Dan who fed her large chunks of pineapple, so he's not allowed to feed her any more.)
And that was my evening. I imagine it will be a horrific night, with this as the preview!
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2 comments:
Oh, Rebecca! What a night! I think I would have sat on my kitchen floor (no, maybe my bathroom floor) and cried until the missionaries left. You have nerves of steel to be able to have a night like that and live to tell about it. You rock!
Jessica N.
Just remember the sun will come out tomorrow! You had worked so hard and I am sure the missionaries appreciated all that you had done. These days will be gone far too quickly and you will barely remember the awful things.
Hang in there!
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