I woke up to Ella quietly sobbing outside of my bedroom. When I asked her what was wrong she said her tummy hurt. This is nothing new...she often complains of stomach pain when she is hungry or has to go to the bathroom. I tried to get her to eat, she didn't want any breakfast. I asked her if she had to go to the bathroom, she said she didn't. So I sat her on my bed, turned on PBS and took a quick shower. When I got out of the shower, she was still sitting in the same spot but it looked like she had been crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "I drooled on your pillow." I thought that was kind of strange but told her it was fine and continued getting ready.
After I woke Grace up, I sat Ella at the kitchen table and coaxed her into eating some cereal. As she was eating, I went back to my bedroom to make the bed. That's when I saw it...Ella had not "drooled" on my pillow. She had vomited all over my bed. I quickly stripped the sheets off, put them in the washer, and inspected Ella. Sure enough, she had puke on her chin and all down the neck of her pajamas. I don't know how I had missed it earlier! By the time I got her in the bath, I knew there was no way I was going to make the almost hour long trip of taking Grace to school. Ella was barfing and Seren hadn't eaten yet. I called Jason and managed to drop Grace off with him and headed back home.
As soon as we got home, Ella threw up again. This time it was all over the carpet. I hurried and fed Seren, cleaned up the vomit, changed Ella again, and tried to get a little toast and juice in her stomach since she had just puked up breakfast. I really wanted to look over my notes one more time before my test this morning, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. I had just enough time to print out directions to the testing center and I was out the door.
So I drive. I drive the 25 minutes all the way to Dublin and when I get there, they tell me that they don't test on Fridays. WTF! I had just checked the email. I was at the right place at the right time and on the right day. There must be some mistake. Apparently there was. Someone had scheduled me for today, just not at the Dublin branch. I needed to go downtown. So I drive. I drive another 25 minutes from Dublin to downtown. I get there and of course, the parking lot is full. There is no place to park and I don't have any change on me because I wasn't expecting to have to park on the street DOWNTOWN! I circled around the building for fifteen minutes before I finally gave up. I decided to it was time to go home. Disaster. And the worst part is, I just wanted this test over with and instead I had to reschedule which means no free weekend - I still need to study!
To top it off, I became very homesick for Granview as I was driving down 33 today. I need to move back to that side of town.
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