363 days. That's how long I made it before the van had any form of bodily fluid in the upholstery. Ryanne took care of it for me today.
She was complaining all afternoon about a tummy ache. She does this periodically and it's nothing or she's hungry or she needs to go to the bathroom, etc. Today, she would be walking around and then suddenly double over in pain. She couldn't tell me more about what was wrong so I went with the hungry thing, since she'd hardly eaten.
Well, about 4pm, we were on the way home and she just started hurling. Most of it ended up in her lap, the rest on the car seat and leaking on to her chair. We were only about a mile from home so she didn't have sit in it long. I got her inside, undressed, wiped off and into her pajamas. Then she sat and watched Blue.
When daddy got home, he took over and I went outside, took the seat out, hosed it down and brought the cover in to wash. Hopefully it all dries in time to reassemble it tomorrow for school.
She's wiped, but seems to be feeling ok. She skipped dinner - understandably - but did nurse some this afternoon and kept that down. She was cuddly - the high point of a sick kid - and ended up falling asleep in my arms as I sat with her in the floor of the kitchen, after telling me that she wasn't going to bed because it was still 'lighty' (sunny) outside. I woke her up putting her in bed and she asked me to read her one book. She wanted her bedtime stories, but knew she wasn't up for 3 books like normal. I think it was a little after 6 when she went down. I'm torn between wondering if she'll sleep late or be up at the crack of dawn. I guess it depends on how she feels.
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