Dear Wannabe Diary,
Oh, what a day. It started off promising—partner took our toddler in the morning so I could stay in bed and meditate. A full 40 minutes of zen bliss, and honestly, it was one of my best meditations ever. I stepped into the day feeling like a glowing beacon of positive energy. Spoiler: it didn’t last.
The Morning: Bliss and Pickles
Breakfast was uneventful, featuring chicken breast, bread, goat cheese, and my pregnancy staple—pickles. If it’s not sour, it doesn’t belong on my plate right now. And for dessert? Leftover marble cake. We pride ourselves on not wasting food around here.
With the sun shining through the window, we decided to head out for a walk. Big mistake. What looked like a beautiful day from inside quickly turned into a wind tunnel. Five minutes in, we were regretting our decision, but hey, at least we tried.
The Great Vomit Adventure
After my daughter’s nap, it was time to hit the road for lunch at my partner’s parents’ house. They live in the hills, which means winding roads galore. And those roads? Oh, they did a number on us today.
My daughter, who started the day with mild tummy complaints, had a full-blown car sickness episode. Three minutes before we arrived, she unleashed an exorcist-level vomit explosion. It was everywhere—on her, the car seat, her clothes, and me (because of course, I was holding her hands like that would somehow help).
We pulled over in the middle of nowhere, and while my partner tackled the car seat, I stripped our poor girl down, wiped her with baby wipes, and managed to get her into fresh clothes. We were halfway through Operation Cleanup when I noticed something unsettling: we were out of backup clothes.
When we finally made it to lunch, I was praying she’d keep her food down because Plan B was nonexistent. Miraculously, she ate like a champ and seemed perfectly fine. The way kids bounce back is both impressive and infuriating.
The Ride Home: No Rest for the Queasy
We thought the worst was behind us, but the return trip was just as harrowing. My daughter sat in a bib, covered in towels, watching cartoons to distract her from the nausea. Thankfully, no more incidents, but the tension in that car could’ve been cut with a knife.
After a quick grocery stop and a visit to my parents (conveniently across the street from us), we finally made it home. Showers all around, because we reeked of puke, and bedtime for the toddler.
The Evening: Plot Twist
Just when I thought I could breathe, it hit me—nausea. Like a wave of karma for daring to think I’d escaped. I’m writing this now, trying not to hurl, praying this is just a one-day bug.
Universe, please, let us wake up tomorrow feeling like new humans, no puke, no nausea, no drama. I’m begging.
Signing off,