Ok, so another day at the Book Fair. I drop Livvy off at Mela's and head to school. And one of the ladies isn't coming in today - sick. I totally understand, but let me give you a little more info so you'll see the whole picture.
There are only 3 women who are allowed to ring things up on the register. Myself, Wendy (who works at the school), and Valerie (the school Nurse - who needs to be available in case of sick/hurt kiddos). We have other women occasionally to help out, but they cannot run the register.
So Wendy is sick and it's just me and Valerie who can deal with the money and Valerie isn't always there.
Well, around 1pm, Miss Rock (Jake's amazing teacher) comes into the Book Fair with little dude and says, "I think Jake threw up at recess."
"Threw up?!" I ask.
"Yeah, they came in from recess and the other kids were saying, 'Jake threw up. Jake threw up.' " (By the way, how the heck do you use quotes in quotes? Can't remember that from school. I apologize if it is incorrect. But don't worry about correcting me - I really don't care.)
My thought was too much running on a hot day = barf. So I kiss his head, ready to send him back to class and he is burning up. I lean over to Valerie, school nurse, and say, "you wanna run him to your office and check his temp?"
It was 102. Kid is sick. I gave him medicine and he just sat with me at the Book Fair reading all the books. I really couldn't leave - me being one of 2 money people and the 2nd one being the nurse.
So, school gets out and I'm ready to leave and go get my little Liv and suddenly a wave of arms and legs and bodies come through the doors. I guess all the parents who pick up their kids decided to come into the Book Fair. And all the obnoxious 7th graders too. I had some trying to steal things but I got out my shovel and stood right by them the whole time.
An hour and a half later I finally walk out the door with my 3 big ones in tow. We go and get Livvy and I feel so bad for having Mela watch her all day.
We are home now. Jake's medicine is wearing off and his fever is coming out again. Livvy's tummy is upset and it looks like I won't be going to Book Fair tomorrow a.m.
Bret gets home around noon tomorrow, so I'll head on over after that.
And I swear if I hear one more time tonight, "How much does this cost?" I think I'll curl into fetal position, rocking back and forth, "No more books! No more books! No more books!" I might even have to develop some split personalities to help protect myself from emotional scarring! Everyone, meet Tawanda! :)
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