The plan was for Dave and Amanda to leave early on Thursday
morning; I would take all the kids to school and then go to school myself. Finn
woke up that night puking. Amanda cancelled her flight so she could stay with
him during the day while I went to school and would leave later. Since either
way I would miss part of my school day I offered to just stay the whole time
with him. Plus if she stayed she would have missed the game they were planning
to go see. And as I put it, I’ve been puked on before. (I have a new found
respect for mothers, by the way.)
My morning was spent with one sick boy who wanted to go to
school and one healthy boy who didn’t want to. We settled for both at home
playing in the basement, and sleeping on the couch. Thursday night was a
chilled night.
Friday morning everyone seemed much better. I took AJ to
school and the boys to the public museum. I had brought lunch for the boys, but
they asked if they could have a treat if they ate well. I agreed (I still had
two days and wanted to ensure cooperation.) After choosing an ice cream each,
and after we paid for them, the boys remarked, “mommy and daddy never let us have
the ice creams.” Great, now I’m an accessory.
As I was waiting for Finn to finish his treat, suddenly Finn
informed me of his desperate need for the potty. Ugh. So, we made our way to
the loo. I put Finn in one corner as far away from the toilets as possible, put
Braden on the toilet and stand in between where I can see them both. One kid
needs help wiping (gross I know) and one needs help with the dripping ice cream
all over himself.
After managing to get everything and everyone together we
headed home. Nap time…for the boys.
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