I called after he had gotten her home. Apparently, she threw up everywhere and her friend got caught in the cross fire. He took her to the store to get "sick day" supplies - 7Up, crackers, jello, etc. She threw up several more times this morning. Fortunately, she is old enough to be able to use the toilet. I called after awhile and it was so sad to hear her say that she was sick. It was harder than I thought to not run home to her. But I knew she was in good hands. I cancelled my night out with friends. Charlie was doing great but it wasn't fair to not take my turn. I called at lunch and she was napping. She threw up one more time and the kitchen floor, entryway and bathroom were the causalities. He just couldn't get rid of the sticky. I felt a little bit better about not being home and having to clean up the mess.
I came home a little early and cuddled on the couch with her. It was still evident she was sick. I asked about her day and I loved her answers - Daddy got donuts for himself at the store, he really wanted her to throw up in the toilet and he was concerned that she would throw up on the rug. By dinner time, she was starting to feel better - the 24 hours may be up now. Tonight, before bed we had a family jam session - Charlie on the woodblock, me on the cymbals and tamporine, Laci on the recorder and Calvin on the drum. I took a moment to look around and realized that we survived our first flu.
|My silly girl the night before her flu|