Ever Washed a McGriddle? I have.

And let me tell you, the end result ain't pretty. Why, you ask, did I wash a McGriddle? No, not just for poops and giggleho's, as John would say. It is a tale. A tale of having three children, one of whom sees the doctor. Many doctors. A lot. Yesterday, we went to Birmingham (henceforth referred to as B-ham because I'm lazy) to meet Layla's new neurosurgeon, Dr. Blount. Yesterday morning started early, as her appointment was at 10:30 am. B-ham is not far away but with traffic, we were uncertain of travel time. Sean complained of not feeling well in the morning but we assumed this was a tactic to get one of us to take Layla and the other parent stay home with him. We will not be duped so easily!!! We made it to B-ham in plenty of time and decided to grab a bite to eat at McDonalds (you see now where the McGriddle is coming into play?). After dining in the parking lot of the medical complex, we drove around aimlessly looking for a handicapped spot (I will hold my tongue, or fingers, and not rant and rave about the people who have handicapped tags and don't really need them, when we, as a family with a child in a wheelchair do. Grrrr.....I digress). We managed to get the Hall Family Circus up to where we needed to be and waited. During this time, in this room filled with children (let me tell you, there is no place more sad than a children's medical facility), Sean actually came over and said he didn't feel well. He actually lay down on the floor. Hmmmm.....odd for him. We told him it was because he downed the sprite we got him with breakfast (hey, it was McDonalds....what do you want from me?) and didn't eat anything (said McGriddle was in his pocket). Finally, we made it back to the exam room. Just a side note: Sean typically picks Layla's appointments to act like a total bafooon. For example, when John and I were trying to learn how to change out Layla's g-tube button, Sean ran around the room with spit in his mouth, cheeks puffed out, making awful noises. No reason, not about to faint or throw up, as one might think. Nope, just being a bafoon. Changing out her button is a time-sensitive task as the hole will begin to close up. Eeks! So, we gave Sean the "talk" about behaving and being quiet so that we could hear what the dr. had to say. Dr. Blount came in, was very nice and knows both of Layla's previous neurosurgeons and spoke very highly of Layla's new neurologist who we will meet later this month. It was a quick meeting, mainly a "Hi. How are ya? Here's Layla.". It did get hot in the room. When it was over, we praised Sean for being good and started to pack up the girls. Sean wandered out into the hallway. All of a sudden, I heard a splattering noise out in the hallway. Yup. Sean tossed his cookies. I can remember only one other time in his 6 1/2 years on this planet that he has thrown up. Everyone was so very kind, and told me that there was a 24 hour bug going around. Super. Guess it was a good thing he didn't eat the McGriddle. I guess Sean is going to be pretty immune to stomach bugs because he got to feeling great on the way home. He actually wanted us to stop and get him 24 chicken nuggets (yup, you guess it: from McDonalds). What happened to the McGriddle you ask? Well, I washed everything he had on last night. Another side note: I do not check pockets. I feel it is the responsibility of the wearer to remove all items from their pockets lest they be washed. And John just has way too many pockets on his ACU's and all that stupid velcro. Anywho, when I opened the washing machine (and it's a front loading one) I wondered what was that strange stuff in the rubber lining. McGriddle. The word ran through my head in the same manner Seinfeld would say "Newman", with complete and total disdain. Then I hung my head and thought, "This is what my life has come to: I washed a McGriddle.".