Throwing up is hard to do
This morning I was determined that Maya and I would get along. I made pancakes to start things off on the right foot:
But Maya wasn’t impressed. Instead she decided to build herself a tent in the living room and hide from the offending pancakes:
It took all my energy not to make her shift everything into her room. I have a bit of an obsession with things being in order. A pile of Dora blankets in my living room isn’t exactly my idea of appropriate decor.
After we sorted the Dora situation out I decided to make an effort and get dressed in something other than my favorite yoga pants. I exchanged my sweats for jeans. How great are Paige jeans? I swear nothing fits like her jeans do. I love them. Anyway, the cooler 65 degree temperatures allowed Maya and I to dust off a few of our warmer clothes:
We tried to channel Ralph Lauren. I don’t think we succeeded.
We headed off to Palos Verdes for lunch. Thanks to my very restrictive diet these days, there was nothing for me to eat. Flushing Fat is harder than I imagined. But I am on Day 5 of 14 so I am 35.71% done. Yes I do fractions to make me feel better.
Since I always try to look at the positive side of things, here is the silver lining for the afternoon – I didn’t get to eat much but at least I was able to enjoy this beautiful sunset from my in-laws house:
After the sun went down I realized I was starving and needed to eat pronto so we decided to hit up Paul Martin’s for dinner. I almost went here a few months ago for a birthday dinner but Maya got sick right before we were supposed to leave and we didn’t make it. So I was thrilled that we were going to make another attempt. On our way down Maya told me her tummy hurt and then proceeded to throw up.
Score: Maya 2, Paul Martin: 0.
Maybe I’ll make it there one day.
After cleaning Maya and the car up we trekked back to Westwood – Ali drove at 85 mph and I turned around every few seconds to ask Maya how her tummy was. We deal with the stress of vomit in different ways. Luckily we proceeded without incident.
After a much-needed bath for Maya and a load of much-needed laundry for her Ralph-Lauren-esq outfit, Ali and I settled in to eat Paul Martin-esq food courtesy of the Whole Foods deli. For about $7.50 I had a piece of salmon, some salsa, and roasted veggies. Not a bad deal at all. The best part? I didn’t have to cook it or clean it.
After dinner I felt kind of full so I headed down to the gym for some American’s Next Top Model reruns and some treadmill. When I came back up 45 minutes later Maya had fallen asleep on the couch. We were scared to move her to her room because we knew it wouldn’t be easy but Ali finally got brave. She woke up yelling nonsensical things but things that definitely didn’t sound polite. I told Ali that instead of a “mean drunk” Maya is a “mean sick person.”
At last she is in bed and I pray that the meanness and sickness will be finally over tomorrow. It’s been a rough weekend!!