Little One

In my last installment I explained how Jolee was wanting more "mommy time."  Well, she got it. 

Sunday morning Jolee crawled in my bed, as she is in the habit of doing.  (Sometimes I wake up, sometimes I don't.) But this day I felt little eyes staring at me and woke up to see Jolee peering down and ready to retch.  If you know me, you know I'm NOT a morning person.  But the sight of my seven year old hovering over my face ready to throw up was enough of a jolt to start my day with a, "GO Jolee, GO to the bathroom, NOW!!"  It's amazing how fast your brain can work when properly motivated.

Monday morning was much the same.  She crawled in bed, this time snuggling for a bit before taking a big drink of water from the water bottle on my bedside table.  Then, she assumed the position: her face over mine, gagging noises, and eminant retching in the next few moments unavoidable.  Again I was fully awake in .2 seconds yelling, "Go Jolee Go!  Go to the bathroom!"

So Jolee stayed home for those two days. More "mommy time" ... yes.

This morning, she crawled in my bed. We snuggled. No gagging, no throwing up. She went to school.