Sunday: Swim and Sickness

Ohhohoho, so this morning we Sloans staggered out of our beds prepared to keep the Sabbath Holy when we were stopped in our tracks by Young Sloan's projectile vomiting.  Luckily it was in the kitchen, which made for relatively easy cleanup.  The smell of vomit, however, is quite difficult to vanquish.  For the rest of the day, anytime a door opened or a breeze blew, vomit was in the air.  It was most unfortunate.

Now initially, I was CERTAIN that Ivan had some sort of stomach virus on top of the cold virus he has had for the last few days.  I was certain that we would all get it, and I would drop five pounds a good three months out from bikini season (which is just no good, by the way).  BUT LO AND BEHOLD, after closely questioning Sloan III, it was mentioned that Young Sloan was "drinking from an old milk bottle this morning".  WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHAT "OLD MILK BOTTLE"??!!  So apparently, my child located an old sippy cup of milk that had rolled under his bed.  I know this sounds disgusting, but I am not a terrible housekeeper.  It is just that sometimes, I see my child drinking from a sippy cup, and then moments later, I do not see the sippy cup.  AND THEN I NEVER SEE IT AGAIN.  I have literally lost hundreds of hours of my life on my hands and knees searching for sippy cups.  You would think that you would eventually smell them, BUT you do not.  They are air tight, and you only smell them when you take the top off.

Anyway, Sloan III says that after three sour sips of old bottle, Sloan IV just started projectile vomiting.  So no flu, and I am pretty thrilled.  The sickness is killing me.

In other news, tonight at swim was a surprise T-30.  A T-30 is a timed 30 minute swim.  It went relatively well.  It was not my fastest timed 30 minute swim, but I got in a bit over 1700 meters in 30 minutes I guess.  In my dreams, I will one day swim 2000 meters in 30 minutes.  I think I have it in me.  It may not be this year, but it will be some year.

Finally, a note on self-control.  It is Girl Scout Cookie time, and my cookies were delivered to me tonight at the pool.  Girl Count Cookie time always begs one huge dilemma and that dilemma is: Should I eat them all now and get it over with OR should I prolong the agony and wake up every morning salivating for a delicious delicious Samoa.  Confession, I started eating them in the locker room showers and I am half a box in.  Will my Girl Scout Cookies last until tomorrow?  I do not know the answer to that question, but I do know that my Girl Scout Cookie problem, much like my chess square problem and my chocolate problem makes me uber-grateful that I never tried crack.