Gah.. they are going in different directions!

I need a twin sometimes.  I’m following one parents making sure they are walking ok and next thing I know the other one is off and running.  Well not running, but you get the idea 🙂

Although this mornings escapades were a pitiful sight, I sort of had to laugh at one point.  That was when I realized that parents with kids have to eat meals in small bits while chasing down kids, getting them something to drink, or whatever other distractions are going on.  Mom, Dad and I went out to breakfast with some of their friends.  This is a Saturday tradition that they have been doing for many years.  Today’s location was Hometown Buffet.  After we got seated and got something to drink (mom had coffee and dad has orange juice and milk), I followed mom up to the buffet to help her carry her plate and make sure she didn’t fall.  Normally I just keep an eye out on Dad when he is walking somewhere, because he is a bit more steady on his feet than mom is right now.  They both got back to the table and I went up to get an omelette.  Got my omelette, sat down and was about to start eating when I noticed Dad was having a pretty tough time with his meal.  The image I will give you is an advanced case of Parkinson’s.  He was shivering so much that he couldn’t really control his hands.  I told him to relax and breath, but that didn’t help much.  Mom suggested he walk around the restaurant a bit to warm up and get his mind off the shivering.  He agreed that it might help and off he went.  I followed along behind to make sure he would be alright.  As we were coming around in sight on our table, mom got up and headed in a different direction.  Now I had a decision to make.  Which one shall I follow.  It was then that I noticed mom’s pace was a bit quicker than normal and she was covering her mouth.  I could also see she was heading in the direction of the restrooms and realized she must nauseous.  So I decided that she was in more need of help.  I grabbed her hand to help steady her as she trotted off to the restroom and I am sure I was hoping as much as she was that she would make it there.  Got her to the bathroom, went back to the table to get a quick forkful of my quickly cooling omelette, let dad know mom wasn’t feeling well and headed back over to the restrooms to wait for her.  Of course now I was the perv old man standing outside the restrooms, but oh well.  We got mom back to the table and I wolfed down my breakfast as quickly as I could before something else could happen (so Mom’s, is that how you do it?).  I asked mom if she wanted to leave and she said yes.  We had just got outside when she felt like she was going to vomit again and said “I think I am going down.”  Now, I was focused on getting her to the trash can outside for her to vomit in and didn’t realize was she meant was that she thought she was going to pass out.  She didn’t pass out, but did vomit.  After a minute, she wanted to get to the car, but as we were part way there she got that look again so we headed back to the trash bin.  The second try we made it to the car and got a baggy in case she needed to get sick again.  It was then I realized what she mean by going down and told her that it was just a panic reaction to being in public and having to vomit.  That she was ok and we’d get her home to rest a bit.  Poor dad was so cold already and during all this I realized I had not unlocked the car door for him.  He was standing there shivering with a look like, ANYTIME NOW!

I gain more and more respect for parents (especially one’s with more than one child) each day.

Got them both home, warmed dad up and got mom a nausea pill and got her to lay down for a bit.  Later that day they were both out and sleeping peacefully when I made the mistake of doing some dishes.  Well now they were both awake, but at least they weren’t feeling bad like this morning.  Mom’s stomach calmed down enough that she had a little shack in the early afternoon.  She was also feeling well enough to spend some time on the computer and organize some of her filing.

Given how the day went, I decided something simple for dinner would be best.  I make grilled cheese sandwiches for them and soup for dad.

I keep hoping there will be more good stuff to blog about.  I will have to put effort into looking for the good things so that I can share them as well.

Well I think that sums up the day.  We shall see what fun stuff tomorrow brings!