This morning after the kids got on the bus, I decided to go back to bed.
I slept for maybe a half hour... 45 minutes...
And then the phone rang.
It was the school nurse.
Telling me that they THINK my daughter threw up.
I remembered her leaving this morning without her usual "Bye Mom! I love you!"
So, I make myself look somewhat presentable without having showered and head down to the school to pick her up.
The school nurse told me that my daughter refused to talk.
No surprise there... she never talks.
So I tried talking to her.
Nothing.
Through my incessant questioning of this morning's events, we learned that my lovely daughter didn't spit out her toothpaste this morning.
She held it in her mouth for over an hour.
And then it started slowly flowing out of her mouth while she tried to hold it in...
Frothy, foamy spit all down the front of her and on her table at school.
She freaked the hell out of her teacher!
I got the full, detailed story of how the whole morning went down from her teacher after I brought her back to her class (which was just leaving for music).
I don't know what I'm going to do with this child.
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