One thing MomJonz just can’t handle is a child vomiting. YUCK! I DON’T do vomit y’all!
Sassy Frass came home from school with a note from her teacher stating she complained of being hot at the end of the day, but since she didn’t complain until the end of the day, there was no time for a visit to the nurse. Of course, this isn’t my first rodeo. Sassy Frass is my third child. So, I touched her forehead to see if she had a temperature and asked if she was ok. She stated that it was just hot in her class. So, we just went on with our day.
I don’t have students on Mondays, so I take this day to sit at the table with my kids right after school to work on school work and that day was reading(yes, we have scheduled days for table work. I will do a post about this later. It makes my life easier). Sassy Frass pulled out her book and began reading. Her sisters asked for an ice cream sandwich and offered her one. She declined, not too big of a deal. I just brushed it off. She read and then stated it was warm in the house. She ran upstairs and changed into a tank top. We had an early dinner because The Softball Chef had a game. I called for Equestrian Girl and Sassy to come down for dinner. Equestrian Girl said Sassy was asleep. SCORE! Yes, I know that sounds horrible, but this little girl goes 100 miles a minute beginning at 6:00 a.m. She had slept for about 30 more minutes before I woke her to come down to eat her dinner while everyone else got ready for the game.
As the team warmed up, Sassy and Equestrian Girl saw a couple of their little friends. They ran over to the playground to play a bit. When they came back over Sassy said she was hot again. They asked if they could go to the concession stand to get a snack. Sure, as long as you have your money (yes, I make my kids pay for their junk). They skipped over to the concession stand to grab some snacks and water. Then settled in for the start of the game. As we painfully watched the game (and I’m struggling with calling it a game, we had our butts handed to us), Sassy stretched out on the bleachers.
DadJonz showed up from work, and of course, the girls were ecstatic (I feel some sort of way how the kids respond to daddy coming home but can care less about me being gone all day) to see him walk up. Everyone gave their hugs and Sassy stretched back out on the bleachers. Do know DadJonz and Equestrian Girl had a fit, they are some serious germaphobes.
Sassy wanted to ride home with daddy, so we all took off and met up at the house. The Softball Chef talked about the horrible game on the ride home as The Equestrian Girl, and I gave glares to one another through the rearview mirror. Yeah, we had some eye rolls going on.
I walked in the house with my husband standing in the foyer talking to Sassy and all of a sudden I hear….splash, splash, “go, go to the bathroom,” splash, splash. WTF!!!!! ALL IN THE FLOOR! The dogs came running around the corner, so now we’re screaming, “MOVE THE DOGS BACK!”
Y’all, I don’t do vomit! Nope, not at all. I mean, I had to call my neighbor one day when my husband deployed. My sister from another mother came over to take care of all three girls cause they were sick. She made me sit my butt downstairs and out of the way cause I’m a straight sympathy puker.
Remember me saying my husband is a germaphobe. Well, as Sassy threw up ALL IN THE FLOOR he ran down the list of supplies: grab the gloves, bleach, paper towels, old towels, etc., etc. At that point, I tuned him out. Actually, I was thinking…..” you going to use bleach on these wood floors?” Long story short, I cleaned it up. YES! I cleaned up my first vomit scene without vomiting myself. I mean, I did have a lot of close calls, but I did it! And yes, he quarantined me afterward.
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