Today was gorgeous. After two days of crappy weather, we got one of the best days I’ve ever seen out here. 85, perfectly sunny, not a trace of humidity. Yum.
Of course, this being Real Life, there were problems. My youngest came down with a cold, and that, as usual, triggered his asthma. This happened last night. It turned out that the nebulizer he uses was missing a few pieces (I angrily blamed Maggie for this. Very chivalrous, I know. Shit.), so we couldn’t give him his normal medicine. My oldest has the same medication, but with a big-kid delivery system, so we tried that. It was really difficult, but worked fairly well. I was going to make the 6-hour round trip to pick up the missing pieces (starting at 1am), but we realized that I’d get back around the same time that pharmacies opened.
The only place that carried the needed parts was in South Hampton, so I took off in the van this morning, as early as possible. Stupid me, I didn’t realize we never drove THROUGH South Hampton on 27 (like you do all the other Hamptons), so I hit Riverhead, a few towns west, before I realize that I had fucked up. And traffic the other way was bumper to bumper. Ugh.
Made it back. Delivered the goods. Went to the beach with the family. Bliss ensued for two and half hours. I have the pictures to prove it.
Then my youngest started running a fever. We tried to go out for dinner… but after we ordered drinks he got all queasy and threw up on Maggie. We left the restaurant and came home.
Maggie changed her shirt, took the other two kids, and went out. I put on Peter Pan, and am writing this. In two minutes, I’m going to see if he feels good enough to strap on the nebulizer for two doses of Pulmocort.
The adventure continues.
Love to all. Even you, the too-blonde waitress with the sad eyes.