Twenty-two diapers in four days is when I quit counting. I’m not looking for pitty, I’m not wanting anything. . .I just want to say this sucks. The 2008 Red River Bike Rally was cancelled for me when we took Ellie to the doctor and found out she had Scarlet Fever. The tripped we deemed “our 2nd Honeymoon” was over before it even began. And now that I look back, why would we consider a trip spent with thousands upon thousands of biker people a honeymoon?!?
Anywho (which is now one of my new favorite words to use besides “seriously”), Dustin and I knew that there was no way we were going to have Nana and Papa, mostly Nana because “Papa doesn’t do diapers” since the Jack poopy diaper of 05′. As much as I wanted to go wear my polka dotted knee-high socks, zebra print biker boots and my blue and white tye-dyed bandana, I knew I’d be wearing it at home while Dust went and socialized with the biker folk. Do biker folk socialize or just give each other the “rock on” sign?!? Another thing I am started to ponder on.
I called the doctor on Friday because Emma wasn’t feeling good and after a whirlwind of washing every thing and I mean every thing, the last thing I wanted was Emma to pass it to Ellie to pass it back to Emma and so forth and so forth. Dustin was ready to stay with me but I told him there’s no reason all of our money goes down the drain. It really was killing him that he wouldn’t see me in the my polka dotted knee-high socks, zebra print biker boots and blue and white tye dyed bandana socializing with the biker folk on our 2nd Honeymoon. I know it doesn’t bring a tear to your eye, but it did to mine and I think to Dust’s when I wasn’t looking.
I’d be a bad Mama for leaving my kids with someone else when they were sick, but I’d be a bad wife to not let Dustin go to the bike rally he has been looking forward to for the last 361 days. My girls couldn’t help it, but they’ve managed to be part of both of our honeymoons somehow. Emma was obviously present during our first honeymoon and now Ellie on this. But what can you do? It’s not like the 2009 won’t have a bike rally. It’s not a once in a life time chance. In the end, it just sucks. I’m not looking for pitty, I’m not wanting anything, but this just sucks.
On a brighter note, Ellie’s rash is in the last stages of Scarlet Fever. Their both taking their medicine, our house should be lifting its quarantined sign for the last week and I’m out of laundry detergent. I’m making a shirt that says Red River Bike Rally 2008 and on the back it might have “Scarlet Fever Be Damned.” I don’t know, I’m still trying to come up with something catchy. Okay, my leather chaps and jacket are starting to get a little warm while I’m typing. Ohh yah, I’m a biker chick.