The Daily Hailey

As a fun surprise, Laela joined the barf brigade last night. However, she didn’t tell us :/ So we got her up in the morning and plucked her out of the pile of wet pieces. This messes up my theory about food poisoning, though I’m not convinced it wasn’t that. Still working on my theory there.

We were going to try to run a few errands this morning. It timed out well enough with taking Dekker to school, the kids napping in the early afternoon, and giving the ground enough time to dry after the rain. However, Laela wasn’t feeling well enough to go, so we didn’t. None of it was time sensitive, so we figured we’d try again tomorrow. Instead, Laela got cozy on the couch and Brady went out to get started on some deck stuff.

In the meantime, my mom called! She’s been gone visiting all of last week and she just made it home last night. She was over just a few minutes later, and made the morning just that much sweeter <3 I love her. She stuck around through lunch and putting the kids down for a nap. Because Laela was sick in the night, she very clearly hadn’t slept well and didn’t object to going down for a nap, even though she almost never ever does.

Once it was just the adults left, my mom bowed out and headed home so Brady and I could get some deck stuff done together. She gets us 🙂 We love to work together. So we did!

It didn’t last too long before I had to go pick Dekker up from school. He seemed a tad off his game, but was smiling while he reassured me that he was ok. As we walked to the van, I told him we were going on a date, just me and him! He wasn’t as enthusiastic about it as I expected, but he was happy.

Just moments after we left town, he had a big weird gagging cough. I looked at him in the mirror and asked him if he was ok. He seemed a bit zoned, but responded “ya.” I asked if he was going to throw up. He said he thought he would. No urgency in the statement. Just “I sink so, yup…” So I turned our van around and booked it home. As much as you can book it through school zones, anyway. So not at all quickly. But he seemed fine, honestly. Just a bit out of it.

When I got him out of the van at home, he seemed so sluggish and off. I asked him if something had happened at school. He said he had thrown up. WHAT?! I asked if he told his teacher, and he said he didn’t because he was able to clean it up himself. I was so sad for him, and scooped him up and carried him in. Once he was tucked in on the couch, I unpacked his backpack a bit and found a good chunk of his lunch was leftover, too. He also just forgot to take out a library book. Thats not normal for him. Poor dude was so so zoned. He seemed happy to be plopped down on the couch to rest.

Sadly, that was not the last bout of vomit today, but Dekker managed to get the vast majority of it in the barf bucket nearest to him. They’re all just floating around the house at this point. So I’m thankful for that. Small victories, right?

Supper is on the horizon, and I’m not exactly looking forward to it. The kids will very likely eat toast and bananas for supper. A friend of ours offered to come help Brady with some deck stuff after work today, and pulled pork on a bun is on the menu for us adults, anyway. Hopefully this silly illness blows over soon, whether its just that food poisoning, overeating, flu, whatever else. Something always surfaces when Brady is home, which is good and bad. We’d far rather be productive and have the kids playing outside while we built the deck. But alas, no dice.

We WILL get this sucker done! But the barfing children come first.