I'll admit to it straight - I'm no big fan of vomit. Usually it's hubby does the dirty work, I clean the kid and find a new pyjamas (this kind of thing tends to happen at night).
Wednesday night it was Filip. And Thursday morning... Thanks to the wash-hands-every-second/stay-away-from-Filip/change-every-towel-Filip-has-touched-regime, the others seem to be unscathed. Yet... Thursday night he seemed fine, though, and Friday morning he was up with the others, breakfasting. Then...
For your tender hearts' sake I'll skip the details, let's just say it involved a great deal of detergent. And yes, another clean pyjamas. Moreover, hubby's away with his job and I had to do all the dirty work as well...
And tonight... This is what made me sad. The 2nd graders have THE night of the year - they're staying over at school! Without Filip, that is... I've baked a cake, the other 3 are safely there (and thrilled about it!) - and the boys in Filip's class had unpacked their sleeping bags under a huge table... I know Filip would have loved to join them. As it is, he said "we also get to stay over in 4th grade..."
Makes your heart bleed, doesn't it?
casual observer of things not likely to be vitally important.
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It's those small disappointments in a child's life that can break your heart. Once when my niece was about five or six and staying over at my place, she scalded her tongue while sipping some hot chocolate I'd made for her. She shed a few tears, and after a moment quietly slipped away to the bedroom and tucked herself in for the night, while the other kids were still playing. More than a decade later I still remember her little-girl sadness and surprise.
Ohh ;(
I didn't know there was such a tradition as staying over at school. With the way most schools are over here, that would be a health hazard :P
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