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Sixty percent of the people in our family are sick right now. John has some weird flu that caused him to whisper his entire sermon yesterday. Michael has been feeling tired and sore off and on since Saturday. Charis woke up with a sore stomach today. Sometimes it's difficult to determine whether she's sick or would just prefer to be home, reading and drinking gingerale. We kept her home from school and as the day progressed, it became clear that we'd made the right choice - primarily because she threw up. I was so glad that she didn't have to re-live the whole "throwing up at school" incident that had happened in kindergarten.
By mid- afternoon both she and Michael were napping. That was perfect timing as our real estate agent, Pauline, was coming by to discuss staging and other details of the upcoming sale of our house. As we sat at the kitchen table talking, Michael woke up and asked me to carry him downstairs. He was totally disoriented and thought that it was morning. He sat on my lap as we continued to discuss the details. After a few minutes he looked up at me and softly said "Mommy, the throw up is coming." I quickly informed Pauline that he was going to be sick, as sitting at someone's kitchen table while their kid throws up all over the place is definitely not one of my favourite things to do. I assumed that she wouldn't enjoy it either. She jumped up and sprinted out the door, with her hands covering her ears. She was fast. As I watched, all I could think was how smart she was to plug her ears. She got out in time. Michael didn't actually throw up until a few hours later when he drank some blue gatorade. Serves gatorade right for being so gross and marketing itself as healthy...but that's another topic.