I teach at a school 54 miles from home. It is usually not a bad thing. Nice time to unwind, plan dinner, decompress as much as you can with 2 boys in the back seat. Unless there is a Blizzard coming. Then it is messy and nerve wracking at moments.
I have discovered God does not really like the Blue shift. All of our major snows have come on the Blue. It is know as the holiday shift - year after year, they get the holidays. But this time, there was an added perk - puking girls.
At first, again being foolhardy, I thought I had beaten this. D got sick at school - threw up her morning snack all over. Poor Miss Bradley. All the patience in the world is needed to work with 4 year-olds, but when they look like they are trying out for Linda Blair, I shiver. BUT, my Dad had a dentist appt. yesterday. So, when the school called him, he could easily grab my sick little princess. I did not have to come home any earlier than planned. She hung out with grandpa watching TV, napping. Life was good. I made dinner at my dad's and before the winds got to be too bad, we were home. My boys got the girls in bed and fed the dogs, so I could clear the snow. After a little more than an hour, I came back in to warm up and settle in. Foolish lady.
At about 10pm, there was a blood curdling scream from the girls' room. I run upstairs and O is screaming that her tummy hurt. D said the same thing yesterday morning. I run in and grab her to take her to the bathroom - just to have her puke down my back. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I know NOBODY enjoys vomit, but spending 4 pregnancies puking the whole time, I REALLY can't handle it. But, like a dutiful fire wife, I cleaned us and the floor up. And brought her down with me. She snuggled in for a bit, then began whimpering. Luckily, she has learned how to use the puke bucket and we had minimal clean up. We had 4 more rounds of this throughout the night. J called at 4:15 to tell me he had been snowblowing since 3am. I told him to send in the National Guard - or at least come home. It is 9:32 AM - still no relief in sight. :(
The highways have been deemed in passable, the side streets have yet to be plowed. I should go out and clear the snow, but I just can't get there yet. I can open my back door a whopping 6 inches to let the K9s out. I thought I loved snow. I think I may have changed my mind along with this career change. I am not going to push J to come home, just silently hope he can soon and safely. I am certain it will make its way through the remaining 3 of us. I don't know if I can handle our oldest puking, along with the other kids, by myself. Wish us luck. I will get pictures on in a bit.
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