I was so excited this morning.  I had put the garbage out in time to have the sanitation workers pick it up.  I had Christian dressed in time for the school bus this morning (with a “new” spring jacket on that he had never worn before), and early enough that the driver didn’t back down the driveway and take off as we were walking out of the house (like yesterday morning).  I had taken a walk around the yard and saw the robins hopping around and the tulips starting to poke out their sleepy heads.  I had time to make myself some real lemonade (yum) and slowly start to eat some breakfast…

…my phone rang…

…it was Christian’s teacher.  Christian threw-up on the bus.  Sigh.  Really?  He was more than fine this morning at home.  She needed me to come and pick him up immediately.  Sigh. 

So, I shoved the rest of my cereal down my throat, threw on a pair of jeans, loaded up Liv, and headed to school.

Christian has happily spelling and making his “happy noise” when we got there.  He sounded fine.  He looked fine.  But I had to take him home.

And now he’s running around the house — singing and dancing — I’m pretty convinced that he can make himself get sick on the bus on the days that he’s mad at me for making him ride.  He seems just fine right now.

Oh, man, and now he’s naked, just up from the basement.  Sigh.  That can only mean one thing…

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