Sploosh of a Day

Here, I sit in the dark letting my big supper and lot of emotions settle in my stomach.  A few days of 'excitement' leave me tired and bogged down.

Saturday, 2:00am, while others my age might be closing down a bar or stumbling home, we were cleaning puke.  That retching noise that wakes you a mile away.  Your kid trying to stop the upheaval in their tummy.  Kami wasn't able to stop it for about 8 hours.  She wanted so badly to drink some water but as soon as it hit her stomach, it returned up the chute.

Meanwhile, Jayse is suffering from a nasty cold bug.  There is nothing common about it.  Poor kids keeps waking in the night crying "eyes! eyes!" because they are so mattered he can't rip them open.  Last night, while washing his eyes, I noticed his lip and cheek looked like he was the newest member of the Chipmunks.  Worried he might be having an allergic reaction, I did what every mom does.  I stayed awake and watched him sleep.  

Morning came and I sent him off to a really great friends' daycare.  He plays great, eats and drinks.  Just looks like he was on the losing end of a toddler brawl.  And his nose is ready to run off his face.

A dear friend must have had a sense I was in for a rough day after my sleepless night.  She showed up with a hot coffee at work.  Sweet people we have come to know.  

But sweet quickly escaped when I learned my Grandpa had fallen this morning and broke his foot.  Due to his age and inability to operate, he is not allowed any pressure on it.  Which means he is gonna need help.  Which means the dreaded 'N' word.  (If you are were born prior to my generation...this is not what some people now call the 'N' word.)

Nursing Home.

Ugh.

No fun.  But it is what it is.  I wish I could be there to trash talk it with him and at least get a chuckle about the nurses or something to lighten the situation.  Hopefully, I can see him soon.

I make it home and try to unwind with my Bible study.  

Kami comes home.

Inside her backpack I find an envelope marked To the parents of Kami....that's never good.

But this is a new one.

Apparently, after an incident with another child at school, she was sent to the stop and think room and we were sent a disciplinary referral form to be signed.  While in gym class she struck another child in the face.  Twice.  Fantastic.  But then it goes on to say that they thought she didn't understand the rules of the game that was being played and she was upset that this other child wasn't giving the ball back that she had just given them.  

Hard to see that type of note come home.

Even worse when I am 75% sure she didn't understand what she did was wrong, that she even got punished or why she had to apologize.  

Whatever.  Move on.  Sign paper.  Exhale.

Hubby comes home and doesn't have time to take child #2 out of car before coming in and tossing his cookies.  

And as I typed the first sentence...Jayse comes wandering down the stairs with his dad's water cup...water splooshing in his trail.

Is it bed time, yet?