Soooo many children are sick at school. Well, not so many, but they are certainly the gross kind of sick. A little boy threw up on a chair in the office and Resourceful Lauren, who repairs and cleans everything, has decided to just throw it out. Ugh.
My own stomach is on an acid cycle again. I’m taking my pills, but they take a couple of days to kick in, so I sound like a heavy smoker today.
As I write this, I can hear Ralph trying to eat the shoelaces on Lloyd’s new boots. He has ruined many a drawstring and hair tie, so let me go stop him. (But I’ll take a photo, too.) I don’t need those going in his stomach. Way to bring it full circle, Ralph.