barf.

Today I needed to get to the UPS store. I prefer going there to the post office because it is just easier with two little ones.
As I pull into the parking lot I am still thinking about my errand last night.

Here's the story:

So, there I was going to Target to pick up a few household items and I am looking for a parking spot and finally with glee I pull into a spot close to the store. In front of me is this monster like truck taking up 2, yes TWO spaces.

The thing was that:

1. It did not need to take up two spaces.

2. If you insist on taking two spaces do it far away.

It's like people with BMW's who think they are so above the rest of us and take up two spaces so no car is near theirs and park obscenely far away so that you can't miss the beauty of their car since it is so far from any other vehicle.

It kinda makes me want to "accidentally" bump their car with a cart. Or place a cart behind their bumper, something! OK, I am so evil. I would never really do it people! Anyway, I get all up in arms and bitter because I am lame and get upset over stupid events in my life.
Anyway, I finally get over last nights events as I pull in front of the UPS store.

In the boys and I go and the girl behind the counter asks if she can help me. She takes my package I needed to mail and proceeds to get stamps. Max looks up at me and says;
"Mommy..." and he proceeds to vomit all over the floor. I was stunned. I was even more stunned that nobody else noticed.
"Um, excuse me, but my son just vomited all over your floor. Do you have something I can clean it up with?"
She comes back with some paper towels, Lysol disinfectant wipes and a wastebasket in case he has to have another go.
Here I am scrubbing their floor so it does not smell or stain, and in walks about a billion people. Or five. But it felt like billion. They all just look at me like I am slightly crazy. Well, they might not be all wrong, but they could be a little more discreet with thier looks.

I finish clean up, and then dig in my bag for my credit card and hand it to the girl who looks at me like; "what am I supposed to do with this?"
" I need to pay for my stamps and package."
"Oh right, right."
No, I just walked in to have my son vomit in your store so I could clean it up. I thought it would be a fun event for the day.
Maybe I am just being to sensitive.
So we are home now, and Max is laying low. No vomiting since, but the whole thing was weird.
And utterly embarrassing.

side note: I don't know if it is the air here or what, but our family has never been sicker. In fact, we NEVER really got sick before but all of us have been sick at least once, some of us twice this year. Crazy.