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Sunday, October 02, 2005
The Weekend in Numbers
We have returned from our whirlwind journey to Marathon City. Here are the vital statistics from our trip:
297: miles from our front door to Marathon City
We left at around 3:00pm on Friday and made good time to our hotel. Bill, Lapdog (that's not a very nice nickname, I realize... let's call her "Rita"), the MIL, and my cute nephews arrived shortly after we did. I will pinch myself as I type this, but we actually had a pleasant, enjoyable conversation with Bill and Rita, ST played with my nephews like old pals -- it was quite nice.
$158.78: cost of pre-marathon dinner at an Italian restaurant on Saturday
Not too bad, considering we fed three kids and six adults, and we even had dessert. The bad thing was that I started to feel very crummy mid-way through the dinner and couldn't properly enjoy my cannoli.
$1.50: cost of my fantastic new haircut
As I've mentioned before, my sister Julie is a very talented stylist. When I'm here in my university town, I only get my hair trimmed. When I'm near Marathon City, I go to Julie. I always BEG to pay her for the haircuts, since she normally charges over $40 for one, but she refuses payment altogether. I told her I had to give her something. "What about $2.00?" I said, joking. "Too much," she said. "Maybe a dollar." We compromised at $1.50. Quite a bargain for the best haircut I've ever had.
2: number of new books I bought for ST at the highly organized Barnes and Noble
Our Barnes & Noble here always seems a bit messy. The one in Marathon City was spectacular, and I found a cool book about airplanes for ST as well as a new dinosaur book. He was thrilled.
6:05: time we woke up this morning
T was very excited to get downtown for the marathon start, and so we were all ready by 6:50am. we checked out of the hotel and Julie drove us all to the start line, where we dropped T off. We told him we'd meet him at the finish line. The race started at 8:00am, and so we planned to be at the finish line by 11:30am.
5: number of times ST said, "My tummy hurts" before 11:00am
Julie, ST and I drove to her apartment, where we were supposed to have breakfast together. Didn't happen. ST was crying uncontrollably, clutching his stomach and writhing on the ground. He clung to me, wanting to lie down, but every time I laid him down on the bed he screeched in pain. He was sweaty and sticky, and his tummy was hard as a rock. I can quite honestly say that ST has never been constipated in his 2.5 years, and so I figured that he was just stopped up. I rubbed his tummy and he seemed to calm down, but he didn't poop. (Yes, that nugget of information will be useful later in this post.)
115: number of minutes it took to find parking near the Finish Line
We were supposed to arrive at the finish line by 11:30am, as T figured he'd cross it just before noon. We left Julie's apartment after ST settled down, and arrived at the race location at around 11:10am. We then hunted for a parking spot for almost two hours, but to no avail. We missed T's finish. That sucked. We did finally secure a spot, and then we met T, Bill, Julie, MIL and my nephews on the grass. T looked pretty terrible. But he made it.
3:55: hours and minutes it took T to run 26.2 miles
Very, very proud of my husband. He wanted to run the marathon in under four hours, and he did it. After refueling and resting a bit after the race, we hobbled back to our car and drove to Julie's apartment so T could shower.
101.6: ST's temperature after the marathon
As we rushed to see T after the marathon, ST worsened. He was moaning a lot, sweaty, and still complaining of his hurting stomach. I didn't know what to do -- I had to pick up T, and I had to get ST some help. Immediately after the marathon I rushed ST to the ER that is close to Julie's apartment, and he was seen soon after. He was truly miserable. They couldn't find anything wrong with him, although the blood tests they ran did show some indication of a slight bacterial infection. We were sent home with antibiotics and strict orders to stop at an ER on our way home if ST seemed to be in any discomfort. Fortunately we didn't have to, and although ST is still not feeling well, he is currently fast asleep in our bed. He will see his pediatrician in the morning. His fever has subsided; he still hasn't pooped. Very unusual for that boy.
$30.00: cost of new thermometer
We were told to monitor ST's temperature the whole way home. We stopped at Target to pick up a thermometer, and of course they were out of the cheap ones. Grr. But this one is pretty spiffy, and it only takes one second ((literally) to read the temperature. A godsend when you have a squirmy, miserable toddler on your hands.
0: hours spent reading the documents I brought with me
Of course, there was no time to do anything "productive" on this trip. Oh well.
0: number of times I wanted to slap Bill
Amazing statistic, this. He was actually very decent the entire trip. I like happy surprises like this.
0: cost of our hotel room for two nights
MIL, who is exceedingly generous, paid for everyone's hotel room for the two nights we stayed. What a sweetheart! Another surprise.
0: number of minutes it will take me to fall asleep tonight
I'm going now to crawl into bed with my two boys -- one sick, and one sore. I can't think of any place I'd rather be.
(* Cue cheesy "Doogie Howser" music. You know, the synthesized music played as he finishes typing his insightful journal entry? Oh, come on. You watched Doogie Howser, MD. Of course you did.)