Naptime

For the last couple days, I’ve been saying that my tummy just feels blah. Not sick-sick but not not-sick, either. Last night, I said it was almost like a mild form of morning 24-hours-a-day-for-4-months-straight sickness… just that constant icky tummy feeling.

Blessing #4, who hasn’t been feeling too great either, put herself to bed late yesterday morning, slept through lunchtime, and woke up mid-afternoon. She was mostly acting like she was fighting off something—more sleepy than normal with the occasional low fever and not much of an already-little appetite. All in all, after all her napping yesterday, she seemed to be doing better.

I woke up today and found that she had at some point early this morning climbed into bed with me. My pregnant belly was hanging off the edge of the bed, and she was stretched across the width of the bed, her feet at my back and her head clear to the other side of the bed. T-boned… and she definitely had more space to sprawl. To my advantage, I was able to very easily roll out of bed and head to the shower.

By the time I was out of the shower, she had moved and was over in my spot, head on my pillow, sleeping away peacefully. I got dressed, heard her cough in her sleep, and went into “alert” mode.

It wasn’t just a cough. It was that cough. The one that signals something bad is about to happen.

Like kid vomit.
In my bed.

On my pillow.

At least I knew it was coming. Unfortunately, by the time I waddled out of the bathroom and around the bed, I was too late to do anything about it.

So into the washing machine went the bedding and my fluffy goose-down pillow. Out of the washing machine came the bedding and my lumpy hard pillow. Into the dryer went the bedding, my lumpy hard pillow, and a tennis ball. As I type, we are being serenaded by the drumming boom-boom-boom of the ball knocking around in the dryer… hopefully bringing my pillow back to super fluffiness.

On the drive to school, I thought ahead. I put a towel over B#4 in case of another vomit-emergency. That way maybe I would not be out trying to clean it out of the carseat and seatbelt and all that. We had not made it half-a-second down the street when the towel came in handy. Yay for towels... especially ones that stayed in the car after the big clean out.

I’ve got almost 2 hours until lunch. I’d skip out on it, but I don’t think B#3 or B#5 will let me get by with that. That means I’ve got almost two hours to relax.

It is definitely going to be a lazy day around here. And I’ll have a good excuse to plop my bottom on the couch, put my feet up, and close my eyes. Just as long as B#4 doesn’t throw up anymore. ‘Cause then I’ll have to get up again.

Oh, yippee. I just caught B#5 drinking from B#4’s cup.

Great.

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