The Start of A Long Day in meh...

Last night was choir and youth department rehearsal. I got home, changed and waited for Bubby Sr. I saw Bubby Jr, whom I haven’t seen in a while. His mouth was full of chicken nugget. He smiled when he saw me and as I kissed his little chubby jaws, he was giggling. I kind if miss that little fella.

So we went to the church. I left Bubby with his people and went in the sanctuary. My brother and sister were there already and I sat and talked to them before rehearsal started.

Things went well. I got songs to concentrate on.

On the way home, I decided to stop at White Castle because I can get an impossible burger. Bubby asked if he could have some cheese fries. He already had dinner when he was dropped off and I should have said no.

So I wake up at 4:30 and I hope to go back to sleep at some point. Well, it was announced “Gada, I gotta throw up.” THEN GO TO THE BATHROOM.

What ensued was the most dramatic display of pitifulness. I try to assess the pain to see if it’s an “I gotta poop” pain or an “I gotta vomit” because you never can tell with kids.

My stomach huuurts!
Go sit on the toilet.
::hears…something…::
ARE YOU THROWING UP ON MY FLOOR???
::round the bend, sure enough::
Oh my word. Well, no more cheese fries after you’ve already eaten.
(I give him a bag to do his thing in; he misses a few times because he’s not even trying)
cries
Don’t start. ::gives paper towel:: Wipe your mouth.
looks at me pitifully, cries
(Now I’m becoming impatient)
::left him in the bathroom::
::comes back into my room, lies on floor::
I don’t like throwing up
Nothing to cry about.
::after convincing him to lay in the bed, I go spray and clean the toilet and floor, flush toilet::

REPEAT except this time when he’s done, he lays on the bathroom floor. Spit and vomit on his arm. Just sprawled out. My bathroom is not big, so it doesn’t take much.

Get up.
I can’t. If I move, I’ll die
(Mentally saying if you don’t move I’m going to beat the shit out of you)
If you don’t I’m going to pinch you everyday.
::leave him alone as I am not entertaining this drivel::
::washes his arm, dries off, on the floor and then the bed::
Will I ever go to sleep? ::silence:: I feel sad about throwing up on the floor
Don’t worry about it.
::quiet for 10 mins::
::gets up, holding butt::
Wheres my bag?
?? Oh! I threw it away already. Just go.
::hears butt explosion soon as he sits down::
Wipe your butt really good.
::comes back in room, lies on bed::
Where is that stuff to drink? (club soda, which I hand to him)

It came out of both ends. I’m thinking were good. He can’t go to school.

But here it is. 6:34a.
I’ve got the Admin Professionals lunch today, after work there is a get together with coworker peeps on The Hill, and then church at 7p. Not to mention my day will be littered with phone calls about stuff they already know, but want clarification. Phone calls about Easter brunch that they KNOW sells out quickly. This is no chump organization. People who know LOVE our brunches. I’m glad they put it on Eventbrite this year.

Anyway…
I’ve got podcasts and shows to catch up on. Not that it will happen. ::smh::

Just yesterday morning, I thought about how I don’t get up much at 4:30a anymore.

Be careful what you think about. LOL

Have a beautiful day, you beautiful people…

Kindest & Sleepiest regards,
Sister