Thank you for the comments on my last post. We have been keeping a low profile on the whole sale since some people believe it’s the wrong thing to do, no matter the circumstance, so I appreciate your support! Truly.
Last Tuesday, I was flying solo and we had a soccer practice and a 2-hour baseball in the early evening to conquer. Since it was my first day on my own, I treated myself/Peppa to a lovely few hours in the drop-off daycare and enjoyed a more leisurely practice and game sitting in the same place for an extended period of time. It was SO nice.
I picked him up after 7 and on we went back across town.
2 days later, I took the older two to school, brought Peppa back home and proceeded to offer him the eggs he didn’t want any part of before we left. While in my arms with my hand across his belly, he barfed all over his tray, the floor, ourselves. I set him down in complete shock where he proceeded to barf two more times. Poor thing, he was so scared, confused and so wet. I stripped the two of us down to our underwears and began cleaning up the horrid, SMELLY mess.
2 days later, I woke very early to head across town to have our final garage sale at our old place. As I was walking through the kitchen looking for clean underwear, I saw Rt on the stairwell telling me that Hola had thrown up on the hallway floor upstairs.
1 day later, after leaving a birthday party obviously early, we sped home across town to let J leap out of the car into the house JUST IN TIME. Yep, THIRD MAN DOWN.
That was yesterday.
Today, we have two kids back in school, the oldest mentioning something about his stomach hurting as he was walking away to his classroom, the husband quarantined upstairs since last night, and a baby who seems to be more on the mend than the other two.
Rt and I are left.
Please pray we get passed this without getting hit. I AM DONE WITH THE VOMITS, PEOPLE.
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