Last Thursday was the Girl Scout Christmas party. Olivia was acting tired but it was almost 5 p.m. and she’s usually cooked by then after a day at school. We drive to her friend F’s house where the party was being held. We’re singing Christmas carols to practice for caroling later that night. She’s excited and acting just fine.
We get to F’s house and I tell her to sit down by Mr. H while I put my salad in the kitchen. I set down my bowl and turn around and she’s throwing up all over herself and their couch.
I clean up as much as possible and get out of dodge. What a way to make an entrance, right?
She continues to be sick once we get home and an hour later so does Gabe, followed close behind by Matthew. I’m up all night alternating cleaning up between them and get no sleep at all. The next morning Olivia, feeling a little better, comes to my room gives me a hug and then with a smirk on her face says…
“Did ya sleep good last night, Mom?”
She’s so sassy.