Good Morning!

I'm only not naming this post "It's a Glamorous Life" because I've used that title before - it would totally fit! I pulled myself out of bed at 5:40 to meet my friend at the gym. By Friday I'm pretty exhausted and don't really feel like going, but I go anyway. I got dressed and headed to the kitchen for my customary water and banana. As I rounded the corner, I heard James and Ben's voices in the living room. As I was about to send them back to bed, I discovered that they were up because Ben felt sick and they decided the best place to wait out the vomit was on the living room couch, far from a bathroom and without a bowl.


Once I set Ben up on the school couch, next to the bathroom, he started throwing up. The wild thing was that in between he acted like a hyper little kid and was jumping around the couch instead of acting sick. I'm yet to figure that out since I usually feel very bad between vomiting rounds!


As I was texting my friend to cancel on her last minute, Julia showed up to announce that she had wet the bed. I put her in the bathtub and headed down-stairs with the bedding. I decided to be efficient once I realized that Elijah's little 4-wheeler battery needed charging and slid out the back door to grab it real quick. Of course, I locked myself out and had to run around to the front in the dirt to get back in. I was thrilled to discover that JD hadn't locked the front door since he assumed I was heading out right behind him this morning. I envisioned having to beat on the front door for a while before someone heard me. 


By noon, James and Tori had joined Ben in the sick line-up, but by dinner they changed their minds, ate and went back to running around. I was planning on taking the youngest three for pictures, but left Tori since she was possibly sick. I did get cute pictures of Julia and Elijah that I will scan and post tomorrow. 


To hold you over in the picture department, I present my stupid, stupid cat, Lucy, who decided to take a nap on the turkey platter that was cleaned and awaiting putting away. I have a squirt bottle and I know how to use it, but it barely slows her down. 

Here's Elijah when I told him that he was going to have BARE feet in the picture; he immediately got excited and wanted me to show him the BEAR feet and asked if they had claws. When I tried to explain, he cried and requested that he wear the Pooh suit in the picture since Pooh is at least a bear even if he doesn't have claws. Turns out that the Pooh suit doesn't even have feet; this picture is Elijah analyzing if it is going to pass or he is going to engage in another round of crying for bear feet. (In the end, I distracted him with side-walk chalk.)

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Some Saturdays I go to the gym, but tomorrow I am sleeping in as long as there is no vomit or urine to interrupt my plan.