I felt like signing on yesterday to post:
“My kid puked today.”
and just leaving it at that. But I was a little too tired at the end of the day to humor myself in such a way. You may remember I am so horrified by puke that it renders me helpless for the next 24 hours (and that is just watching someone else do it… If I puke it’s a week, at least, before I am back to normal.)
But my spidey senses could tell something was amiss during the day. I can spot a pale, peaked child from a mile away (usually so that I can put myself as far away from them as possible, too bad with my own, that is not an option.) So luckily the child had only apple juice/water in her tummy, and that was enough – for both of us.
My hubby had wanted all of us to go out to dinner. I kept asking if he thought she looked pale. He didn’t think so. He wanted to go out for Italian… I thought better of it. Twenty minutes later I could be heard saying “Good thing we didn’t go out to eat,” as I held my daughter’s hair out of her face while she aimed for the toilet.
1. That is the love of a mother. I could do that for no one who did not come from my womb. As soon as they are old enough, they are on their own.
2. I say aim because she did, in fact, aim, kind of, like men aim at the toilet. (sorry guys, but anybody who has cleaned around a toilet can tell you: practice your aim.)
At the end of today, everyone is feeling better. Both kid are taking antibiotics for strep throat and seem to be totally on the mend. I tested negative, so I have somehow dodged this bullet.
I have more to say, but the kids need me. Remind me tomorrow where I left off.