Last night, I decided to get the girls checked out in urgent care. After 48 hours of fighting 104 temps with Allison, I started to worry that she had strep throat. I brought Natalie along because they had both been coughing seriously WITH. OUT. COVERING. THEIR MOUTHS. sighh....
Well...I think the girls will survive. Allie has a sinus infection on top of the flu and Nat? Who know's? She has fever spikes- So we're at home again today.
After our visit to urgent care, I stopped at Walmart to get some supplies for the girls. Jason stayed in the car while I was to sprint through the store grabbing Jello and Gaterade. As I was by the apples, I noticed I stepped in something.
A little girl puked.
Oh the poor thing.
The parents calmly brought her to the bathroom while I noted to myself to change my pants when I got home.
As I piled supplies in to my cart, I noticed both parents in Walmart looking at DVD players and various stereo equipment. The little girl sat quietly in the grocery cart waiting for her parents to finish shopping.
I wanted to scream at them...
"Just go home. Grab your Gaterade and go home."
"Just bring her to the car so she doesn't puke on my shoes again."
(As I write this, I can think of a time when I stayed instead of going home. And boy oh boy - I'm not sure if I'll share that story.)