Fire And More

It's Sunday night and I have had quite an eventful weekend. I feel like I need a vacation from it. Here's why:

1) Running With Weirdos: I had a great 8 mile run on Saturday, but why did some random guy who decided to run in my pace group for the first time pick me to run next to? Why do I always attract the weirdos? And why did he want to talk about nothing but sex for the first three miles? It didn't matter what I said. I could've said, "Cheetos sure do taste bad," and his response would've been, "Because religion is set up to suppress a woman's ability to have an orgasm."

Seriously, what was that all about? Someone clearly has been reading that awful Da Vinci Code book a few too many times. Thank goodness I ditched him during a fake "bathroom break".

2) Fire: The destruction is bad. The air is bad. I feel awful for those who've lost their homes. For those who are gleefully saying that this is what people in Los Angeles get because we're all sinners who live in a place that guzzles up all the water and creates loads of porn, all I can say is that God loves you even though you're an evil bastard. I, on the other hand, would like the chance to slash your tires. Feel free to park in front of my building.

I looked out my window today and could barely make out buildings two blocks away. I went to take out the trash and saw little pieces of gray and white something floating in the air. It took me a minute of staring at it to realize that it was ash. I think breathing it in has made all of us Angelenos totally lose our marbles, especially the folks on TV.

In fact, I saw one guy on TV who recommended that no one go outside and if we did have to go out, that we avoid breathing. I'm not really sure how I'm going to avoid breathing, but if any of you have suggestions, please pass them my way.

3) Blog Launch Party: I also write for the LA Moms Blog and we had a great launch party tonight at a cute place in Hollywood. It was so fun to get out and actually wear a cute party dress and some high heels! Goodness, I think I looked kinda HOT! Or, at least that's what my neighbors said. Sadly though, just in the midst of the stand-up comedy entertainment, I had to skip out early. My friend who was watching my boys called to report that my youngest son had taken a turn for the worse. I could hear him crying in the background so I left the revelry and headed home.

4) I feel like a horrible mother: My boy, T, seemed so much better on Friday, but then there was the hell of yesterday afternoon and most of last night. He woke up at 1 am writhing in pain and crying. I stayed with him, rubbing his stomach till around 6 am when he fell back asleep. Oh, and at some point he vomited on me. It's all just a big blur but let me tell you, THAT was special. Note to self, when your kid is leaning over you and says, "Mommy, I think I'm gonna throw up," don't reply back, "Really? You do?" Just move. Quickly.

That's why I feel like an awful mother. He's sick as I don't know what and here I am, constantly feeling unsure of what to do to make him feel better, other than what the doctor suggested. And I'm so worried about him that I thought my friend was going to tell me he wasn't breathing and she didn't know what to do. I'm so depressed and worried about him that I'm even trying to cheer myself up by making lists of the good things in my life and smiling every chance I can get.

So here I am... typing with one hand, massaging my son's belly with the other, all while watching the Godfather II on AMC for the milionth time. I love this film. I can never get over how every single time I see this movie I yell, "Don't marry that Kay heffa, Michael! She's gonna ruin your life!"

I know. Clearly, I'm exhausted. I can't manage to write a post on a single topic these days. Let's not even get into the total abandonment of my NaNoWriMo novel due to my sick-tending. Can I still finish writing it by the end of November? That remains to be seen.

And now I must go because more crying and writing in pain has commenced. Hope your weekend was fab and that you avoided any and all forms of vomit.