Yesterday as I was waiting my allotted 30 minutes in line to pick my children up from school, I got a call. It was the school nurse. She informed me that my youngest had just thrown up outside while waiting for me to pick him up. She wanted me to park my monster of a car and come inside and get him myself. I politely informed her that there were no parking spots ANYWHERE on school property and that she would have to wait at least 45 minutes before I could even get out of the line.
She was thoroughly irritated and huffed a "fine" before hanging up. I finally got all of the kids picked up and my youngest informs me through his vomit bag that he threw up on one of the teacher's feet. All I thought was ," That is just gross." That poor teacher. I guess it's part of the job, but dang! That's pretty intense stuff to have to deal with when you go to work. Teacher's definitely don't get paid enough.
After a long bubble bath and some Gatorade he proceeded to throw up 2 more times and fall asleep while we ate dinner as a family. He woke up to watch a movie with the family but then fell asleep again on the couch for the rest if the night. When I got home from work I checked on him and moved his puke bowl closer to his face. He woke up and said, " Why are you scaring me, mom?" :)
Poor kid. I'm hoping that we all dodged this illness and we can stay healthy until after the holidays. Fingers crossed!
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