Back Again

This is the tail end of the semester, and I'm limping to the end. One more week of classes and then finals. This week has been round the clock paper grading and lecture writing and school events. It's all been complicated by the fact that the kids have off this week, but I don't. So, Steve had to take off some days from work, and I had to work at home with the kids the other days.

Today I took Jonah to school with me. He loves coming to school with me. We went to the school cafeteria and I let him pick out some juice and a granola bar. On the way back to my office, he sped again of me, so he would look like one of the students and not just a kid with his mom.

He was oddly quiet and slow, which is very unusual for Jonah, but I didn't think too much of it. On the way to class, he said he stomach hurt. I chalked it up to too much orange juice.

Towards the end of class, we were watching Obama's race speech on YouTube, when Jonah came running up to me and said he had to be sick. I ran out of class with him and got him to the men's room in time for him to vomit. He said that he didn't quite make it to the toilet in time.

I handed papers back to the kids and took Jonah back home. I'm feeling a bit queesy, too. I have a lot of backed up posts that I have to spit out. Maybe it will make me feel better.

Comments

[Wendy]

I don't know how we lucked out, but we've been so fortunate with child care. I've been in the same position as you this week--limping to the end of the term, kids on vacation. But my son's PK-K school is open anyway even though his teacher is out this week, and my daughter's afterschool program runs all day during vacation weeks. Now if only I could find a reliable regular babysitter for weekends so we could go out to a movie once in a while.

Tomorrow I'm off and an out-of-town friend is visiting and she, my daughter and I plan to paint belugas on my son's bedroom walls as a surprise for him. Screw the stack of papers I have to grade by Monday.

[Tammy]

I felt sick yesterday, too! Although I was lucky and didn't yark. The germs must have come from Tuesday's dinner/playdate.

[laura]

Let's blame Erin.