Wednesday night I walked in the door from Young Women's (youth group activity) just in time to see D toss his cookies on my rug. He was downstairs standing in front of the couch -- about four steps away from the hardwood floor. FOUR STEPS! *sigh*
I got my neighbor out of bed to borrow her carpet shampooer. Thanks Jenn. Seriously. And spent the next hour and a half going over and over my rug trying to get the red (he'd had medicine before he threw up) stain and puke smell out of the rug.
It is now Friday and my rug is still trying to dry out. The back still smells like puke. It may never be the same. I'm still holding out hope that the rug will someday lay flat but that's looking less and less likely with each passing hour.
I kept D home from school on Thursday. Then this morning when I called to tell the school he wouldn't be there today either, the secretary told me there were only 8 students in his class yesterday. 8! And the 3rd grade challenge class that is basically in the same room only had 13 students. Wow. I guess the season of sickness is alive and well this year!
1 comment:
that is awful. On all accounts.
Are you sure there's not something in the water there? Or at least food poisoning. That's a lot of kids to be missing. Sheesh!
i hope he feels better soon.
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