I wake up.
A few minutes to snuggle with my honey and cuddle my little girl.
Shower and get dressed.
Eat a bowl of cereal with Norah at 6:30 a.m.
Finish getting ready in the bathroom.
Head off to work.
Work all day, watching the pouring rain and the gloomy gray skies ALL DAY!
Pick up my Norah.
Come home.
Hear about Simon's early dismissal, lunch out, and afternoon with Grandma.
They both LOVE that time together.
Lazy late afternoon watching t.v. and getting dinner ready, with the thunder and pouring rain.
Tell Simon how proud we are of him; another wonderful report card!
Eric home later than expected due to a longer commute from a meeting. Power out at stoplights.
Simon acts all mopey sitting down to dinner.
Eats some.
Has a bad headache.
Decides to take a warm bath.
Gets out and puts on pajamas before 7:00 p.m.
Crawls into his bed.
Acts really not well, answers yes to wanting a bowl, for "just in case".
I bring him a bowl.
His dinner decides to leave his body right as I give him his bowl.
I proceed to switch beds, so Norah sleeps on the upper bed and he sleeps on the lower bed.
I go down the basement to get new batteries because the thermometer is not working.
Discover water all over the basement.
(This is a usual happening in our unfinished basement. The window wells fill up and when it rains hard and fast, the rain pours down the windows. And we have a crack in the basement that has a leak that runs straight to the drain in the basement. We'll be wet down there for a number of days I predict.)
Start the laundry that needs to be washed due to the water in the basement.
Continue changing the beds.
Rubbing Simon's back again.
Never did take his temperature.
Discussing with Eric who should stay home tomorrow.
(Because of course, it IS my day off, BUT I switched half-days to meet with the other SLP's in the district. We RARELY get to meet together, so while it's not an IEP or testing or seeing students, it's still hard to miss.)
And washing his bowl.
Every 20 minutes.
He is asleep on the bathroom floor.
Doesn't even make it to the toilet, just uses the bowl.
I believe his stomach should be empty by now.
I continue to get Norah to put her things away, jammies on, and up to bed in Simon's bed.
We listen to "Ferdinand the Bull" set to classical music. A lovely time.
But clean a bowl in the middle.
She falls asleep at the end, she is tuckered out from playing her heart out.
I feel for him, I hate the throwing up that comes with no contents in the tummy.
Now to work on the laundry and watch out for him.
Tomorrow is supposed to have severe thunderstorms and rain all day.
Poor lil' guy, a stormy night ahead followed by a gloomy day.
Let the thunder begin . . .
Let's just hope it doesn't wake up the little girl, she is terrified of thunder.
It could be a long night of comforting children.