Up until the moment I turned off my light to go to sleep last night, I thought the day went pretty well – well, other than forgetting my laptop power supply.
Picked up the kids from school at 3pm and took them swimming. After last week, I made sure to repeatedly talk to the kids about listening to the teacher and the consequence if they didn’t. They did great. We then went back to Eton school where the kids went to clubhouse while I sat in on a Q&A with a candidate for the headmaster position. Everything was still going well on the way out, and I picked up Wendy’s for dinner — chicken nugget and french fry happy meal to go.
Unsurprisingly, Caitlyn fell asleep on the way home, so I took her right to bed – around 7:15pm. Simeon, not only got some play time, but he chose to watch Monday Night Football as his bedtime show. 5 minutes after the game was over, he was asleep on the couch. Having taken show time as an opportunity to prepare the next day’s lunch, I decided to go to bed early myself. 9:30ish and my light was off. About 10pm, I hear Caitlyn. Get her tucked into bed again and try to do the same myself.
By 10:30 I hear a strange sound and crying. I run over to her room and she tells me she’s sick. Sure enough, she’s thrown up all over her blanket and shirt. The next hour and a half is spent changing her sheets, washing her hair, being there and doing what I can as she leans over the porcelain throne a couple more times, starting laundry, changing her clothes (twice) and just staying with her as she gets back to sleep. I kept myself awake for a bit and sure enough around midnight or 1:00am she woke again and asked to sleep in my bed. I don’t usually allow this, but she needed sleep and comforting, so I helped her into Ari’s spot of the bed.
As I laid back down, I thought about the night’s events and was amazed that it all took place in such a short amount of time.
I realize I have been quite lucky where illness is concerned. The kids have been sick (and of course generally get physically ill when Ari is not able to help) but it’s not a regular occurrence. The fact that everybody was again asleep by 1:30am and everybody was just fine this morning…could definitely have been a whole lot worse.
 He rooted for the Bears because “Daddy’s in Chicago”.
 Managed to get the first set of stuff washed and in the dryer and then start the sheets before going back to bed…not bad, if I do say so myself.