This morning at five, as I was ironing JC's uniform, which turned out not to be JC's uniform but some guy named Eduardo's because the uniform company the county uses is the worst ever, I hear Dub whining and hyperventilating. Ugh! He's spewed in his bed. So I clean him up and settle him down in my room. It's gonna be a grand day, I can just feel it!
I made Buzz stay home from school again despite his begging to go. Yes, he is my strange child. He actually loves to go to school. He had not thrown up since yesterday afternoon but he also had not had anything to eat or drink except a half glass of 7-Up and a few sips of Gatorade. So just to make certain I would not have to go pick him up from school an hour after he got there I just made him stay home. He is doing fine and will return to school tomorrow. Just in time for Rub to start barfing I am sure. In the spirit of Mardi Gras
Oh, and I hope you enjoy your freshly ironed uniform Eduardo, where ever you are with your scrawny size 30/28 short little self. I had to send JC to work in wrinkled pants, which is really a pet peeve of mine, but I did not have time to iron another pair because I was dealing with a sick boy. Dang uniform company!