Please excuse Mommy from work today. She is sick.
Well, Julia was sick first. It struck last night, out of the blue. One moment she was dancing happily with her little ballerina cow and the next she was throwing up.
Isn’t it amazing how sickness strikes children without warning?
I got sick one day at school in the 5th grade. It hit me suddenly in class, so I walked up to the teacher, Mr. Chapman, and asked if I could go to the nurse. He looked at me and said, “You’re not sick. You were just talking and laughing with your friends. Go back and sit down. School is almost over.”
Then, I puked. On Mr. Chapman’s shoes. I told him I was sick.
Anyway, Julia suddenly got sick. It was her first time vomiting and, therefore, my first experience in being the adult responsible for cleaning up vomit. Not just once, but for the next 8 hours. The 8 hours during which we normally sleep, but did not sleep. She puked. I cleaned. In between those events, I cuddled and comforted her. By morning, she seemed to be perking up.
Just as she was feeling well enough to get mischevious, it hit me. Now, I was sick.
We spent most of the day in bed and are both feeling much better. Hopefully, we’ll be back to business as usual tomorrow.