So Sorry, Panera, but Thank You, Colonel Sanders

My sincere apologies to the people working and dining at Panera this busy Saturday evening. Grace and I stopped by there to pick up some dinner to bring to Mike on the ship. As we were waiting for our order, my girl got sick all over the floor. In perfect view of the people who were trying to order their food and the people who were already eating their food. The place was packed tonight.

I would much rather deal with a diaper blowout than throw up all over the floor. At least a diaper blowout is somewhat contained. There's just no way to control throw up. I would've died of embarrassment if it were not for hearing my sweet girl softly say, "I'm sorry, Mama." That brought me back and made me feel so bad that Grace felt like she needed to apologize! Just about broke my heart.

Thankfully, there was an elderly gentleman, who oddly enough looked like Colonel Sanders, that helped me to clean up while we waited for the Panera crew to come out and mop the floor. It amazes me that in a crowded restaurant filled with all kinds of people, it wasn't a fellow mom or a sympathetic grandma, but Colonel Sanders who came to my rescue.

After all that excitement, I almost decided to head straight for home and let Mike fend for himself for dinner, but Grace kept going on and on about going to the ship and eating with her Daddy. She kept chanting, "I miss Daddy! I miss Daddy!" Once she got her little sick episode out of the way, she seemed perfectly fine, so we quickly stopped by and ate dinner with Mike.

I'm hoping her getting sick was just a fluke and we won't have anymore of that mess- literally- tomorrow.