So is this stomach virus just striking us here in Tulsa, or is it the new sensation that's sweeping the nation? Because I don't want to feel alone here, people. This is getting old.
Today it's Goof Ball. I walk into volunteer central at church yesterday (I work in the preschool on Sunday mornings, as does Goof Ball), and he's slumped over a table, white as a ghost, telling me he threw up in the hall. Thank goodness the hall floors are cement. I came back ten minutes later to find him ralphing in the trash can.
So he's home from school today. Telling me he's hungry, but won't even take crackers because he's afraid of what will happen. At least he's learned to listen to his body's cues. Well, except that he asked for a shake. Uh, no.
I'm going to work furiously to finish my latest read and have a review ready for tomorrow. This book's taking a while to get through, but it's been worth it so far.
Until I write again ...