Upon returning to West Hartford this past Monday, we received a very thoughtful care package of front-button flannel PJs for Lynne. Inspired, we thought having a second pair would be a good idea, allowing for laundry, spills, etc. Liz, my mother-in-law, Sofie and Eli jumped into Lynne’s car and drove off to Nordstrom’s to pick out another pair. This would also give me time to get the house squared away, do laundry, etc.
Five minutes later, Sofie comes through the door and announces, “Eli threw up.” Not sure if I’d heard her correctly, I went into the garage where Liz confirmed that Eli had gone all Linda Blair in the backseat. She had done her best to clean him and the car up, but it was a bad scene.
She left Eli with me, and Sofie and Liz turned around to go back to Nordstrom’s. They were able to video-chat with us from the store and show us the pair they were considering and Lynne made the decision without ever leaving her bed.
Eli seemed fine, not a virus but it appeared to be too much post-Halloween candy. Regardless of the cause, I did promise him that unless he was on a gurney, he was going to school the next day (he was fine…thankfully).
I spent that evening cleaning Lynne’s car amazed at all the nooks and crannies where I had to clean and wondering what else might happen to make this week any better. Thank god for Febreze.
