Not our day!

The day has started out rough...and my guess is that it will only continue to get worse. I finally crawled into bed somewhere around the 2am mark. At 3am, Tim came to bed, waking me up to question me as to the whereabouts of his missing items. I finally drifted back to sleep somewhere in the next hour. Promptly, 6:30am, my alarm sounded! I s-l-o-w-l-y made my way to the shower, turned it on to get warm and headed to the bedroom to wake the boys. Their new request is to have a shower in the morning to "wake them up". Personally, I think they use this time to sit on the shower floor and catch a few more minutes of rest, uninterrupted by momma. About ten minutes into the shower, I flash the light on/off one time, indicating it's time to get out. That's usually followed by an "O-K" and the morning begins.

Tim is up getting the kids around since he needs to run some early morning errands. The boys are showered, dried off and getting dressed. Katelyn is up, getting her hair brushed and already dressed. I am back in bed, hoping to catch just a couple more minutes of sleep before my day begins. After reminding Tim to remind the kids to check for homework folders (with homework included), remind them to eat breakfast, and all of that jazz I realize I should have just gotten up myself! But, alas, I stay in bed...still hoping to get just a little more rest.

Finally, the kids are all ready, out the door, and on the bus. It's now about 7:20am. Tim finishes up and heads out. I still lay in bed. That is, until my phone rings at 7:33am. "Mrs. Hendershot, We have Austin here in the office...."

Can't a woman get a little bit of rest around here?

Being the momma that I am, I threw on my best looking running suit, combed my hair, threw a pair of sunglasses on as a makeshift headband, scooped up both sleeping children (after getting them dressed as well as shoes and socks) and headed out to pick up my sick prince. He never made it to class as I picked him up before school even started!!

When I picked him up, Austin told me that he had "thrown up" about 10 times in the middle of the night. WHAT?!?! How could that BE? I was next to his room the entire night, never heard him get up, and never even went to bed until after the 3am hour! Why didn't he come get one of us, you ask? Well, he tells me that we were sleeping! What a considerate little gentleman. Of course, he also told me that he "threw up" during the night as I was getting him out of bed in the morning too...which I thought was a last ditch effort to get me to allow him to stay home from school. Kids are sneaky...they'll try anything! I told him that if he was puking at school, they'll call me to come get him...but that he was going to school. He didn't look sick, didn't act sick, and didn't smell of big-kid vomit. I truly thought he was pulling my leg! Little did I know...

We packed everyone back in the van at the school, including his backpack filled with vomit! Well, it wasn't THAT bad as the school tried washing the bag off in the sink and then kindly put it inside a clear garbage bag. You know, the 100 gallon sized ones? Perhaps they thought I wanted to put my child in there too, who knows! We arrive home safely without any episodes. I head into the house with the two little ones leaving Austin to get his stuff only to return and find Austin using our driveway as a landing zone.
INCOMING....splat!

The joys of parenting. I'm preparing myself now for the flu to run wild throughout the entire household. That will be my luck! Oh, and this whole vomiting issue...it started on the bus on the way to school. Guess who Austin was sitting with. Yep, his sister...

Would someone PUHLEEEEEEZE trade me places for the day?
Until our next encounter...stay well!