When I said I didn't want to take Harlie to her therapies, I didn't mean I would rather stay home with a vomiting child. And this is why I try not to complain.
I picked up Harlie and Terri at 12:45 and then headed to speech therapy. While in therapy I got a phone call from Murphy's school. He vomited after recess. Oh no. I called Maggie, my niece, who was home with Cooper. I asked if she could get Murphy from school. Then I called to cancel Harlie's physical therapy appointment so I could go home and rescue Maggie, and tend to my eldest.
I was hoping that Murphy was being dramatic. But, no. He was really sick. He couldn't keep a drop of water down today. But, thankfully, he can run to the bathroom and carry a bowl around if he needs to. So, it's not as bad as when a toddler is throwing up. I am hoping that it will be over as quick for Murphy as it was for Cooper.
Short one tonight. I'm pooped.
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