I brought her downstairs, where she threw up all over the floor. She moved into the living room where she threw up all over the couch.
As I was cleaning it up, E came downstairs and told me she couldn't find her library book for school today. It took ten minutes of searching before we found it under a pile of books.
She then remembered that she had to bring in a Valentine box to school ( a shoebox covered in plain paper).
As I searched for a shoebox, K threw up two more times--once on the kitchen table. She wanted water desperately, but it kept making her sick.
After I cleaned her up, I started covering the shoebox, only to learn that the scotch tape was gone.
So I used blue double-wide painter tape instead. I had to cut it into millions of pieces just to make it work.
K threw up two more times. Poor thing. She was extremely upset both times. I had to take E to the bus stop (it's 6 degrees, and with windchill feels like -11), and left K in a huddled heap on the stairs. That's where she was most comfortable. When I got back, Scout (the dog) threw up under the piano.
This all happened before 8:40 in the morning.
It just makes me wonder how the rest of the day will be...here's K, now asleep and peaceful on the stairs:
UPDATED: E just got sick at school and threw up all over herself. I picked her up and now she's home with me. My poor babies just can't catch a break.