Catching Up
Friday:
"Mrs. Sister... this is Ms. Mary, Kevin's teacher. He has a belly ache, has had a touch of diarhea, and he's on his cot now, saying he 'can't move a muscle'. Could you please come pick him up?"
"Be right there!"
*time warp ahead 30 minutes, when I arrive at the classroom*
"Mrs. Sister, you have most excellent timing! We just finished changing Kevin's clothes and cleaning up the barf off of the bathroom wall. PLEASE take him home... NOW"
*sigh*
"Mommy- I've been peeing outta my butt all day. I tried and tried to hold my barf in, but I just couldn't hold it any longer"
"I know baby... let's go home"
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Saturday:
He seems fine, except for persistant diarhea. YAY!
My Mom and I took the boys to the Cincinnati Children's Theater production of "The Wizard of Oz", which was outstanding and thoroughly enjoyable.
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Sunday:
He seems fine, so off to Sunday School we go.
*time warp an hour later, at the end of Sunday School*
"Oh boy, Sis... are you in for a fun day! Kevin just threw up. We're guessing he had eggs for breakfast"
*sigh* "yep.... he did...let's go bud"
Later in the day, I left and did a little shopping. As I was on my way home, I got a call from Bryan telling me that Kevin just asked for the "Mommy Doctor", and wanted to know when I'd be home.
"Mommy Doctor"... how cute is that, eh? He eventually falls asleep on my lap about 7pm.
Then, after watching the closing ceremonies for the Olympics, I started watching the 11 o'clock news. The lead story? A head-on collision on the highway near my house kills a woman, and severely injures her 9-year-old daughter. They were hit by a 19-YEAR-OLD DRUNK DRIVER going the wrong way on the highway. The woman, Kathryn Haumesser, is the speech therapist at Thomas's school.
Oi. What a day this will be for him. Two kids in his class go to speech therapy. I know they'll have counselors available for the kids and fellow teachers, but damn it, I wish I could be there. I don't know how he'll react to this news once he's at school. Right now he's more concerned with what will happen with the daughter- there's been no mention of her father in the news, only Ms. Haumesser was a single mother, engaged to be married in four months.
So. That's my weekend. The good, the bad, the icky, and the sad.
"Mrs. Sister... this is Ms. Mary, Kevin's teacher. He has a belly ache, has had a touch of diarhea, and he's on his cot now, saying he 'can't move a muscle'. Could you please come pick him up?"
"Be right there!"
*time warp ahead 30 minutes, when I arrive at the classroom*
"Mrs. Sister, you have most excellent timing! We just finished changing Kevin's clothes and cleaning up the barf off of the bathroom wall. PLEASE take him home... NOW"
*sigh*
"Mommy- I've been peeing outta my butt all day. I tried and tried to hold my barf in, but I just couldn't hold it any longer"
"I know baby... let's go home"
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Saturday:
He seems fine, except for persistant diarhea. YAY!
My Mom and I took the boys to the Cincinnati Children's Theater production of "The Wizard of Oz", which was outstanding and thoroughly enjoyable.
***********************************************************************
Sunday:
He seems fine, so off to Sunday School we go.
*time warp an hour later, at the end of Sunday School*
"Oh boy, Sis... are you in for a fun day! Kevin just threw up. We're guessing he had eggs for breakfast"
*sigh* "yep.... he did...let's go bud"
Later in the day, I left and did a little shopping. As I was on my way home, I got a call from Bryan telling me that Kevin just asked for the "Mommy Doctor", and wanted to know when I'd be home.
"Mommy Doctor"... how cute is that, eh? He eventually falls asleep on my lap about 7pm.
Then, after watching the closing ceremonies for the Olympics, I started watching the 11 o'clock news. The lead story? A head-on collision on the highway near my house kills a woman, and severely injures her 9-year-old daughter. They were hit by a 19-YEAR-OLD DRUNK DRIVER going the wrong way on the highway. The woman, Kathryn Haumesser, is the speech therapist at Thomas's school.
Oi. What a day this will be for him. Two kids in his class go to speech therapy. I know they'll have counselors available for the kids and fellow teachers, but damn it, I wish I could be there. I don't know how he'll react to this news once he's at school. Right now he's more concerned with what will happen with the daughter- there's been no mention of her father in the news, only Ms. Haumesser was a single mother, engaged to be married in four months.
So. That's my weekend. The good, the bad, the icky, and the sad.
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