Not a baby anymore...

and that is why my stomach hurts when I have to clean up your poop....your explosive poop!  Those are the words that I uttered to my dear boy Hunter.  Last night I'd planned on having a nice late dinner and time with the hubby..............well that didn't happen.  Shortly after putting the kids to bed last night we were alerted to the tummy issues of Hunter boy...........2 pairs of underwear and 2 showers later he's back to bed.  Then Jaylin is up with a headache....she got hit in the head with a softball Saturday and has had a headache ever since....I'm starting to worry a little.....we will see how it goes and go to the Dr. if we need to. 

By the time I made it to bed I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.  I woke up this morning hoping to get a workout in and hoping that the kids would feel better.........nope.  As soon as I get out of my bedroom I could hear Hunter in the upstairs bathroom....it was loud.  I knew then that at least one kid would be at home sick today.......by the time I get upstairs I find Jaylin sitting in the floor of her room brushing her hair and crying because her head hurt and she didn't want to miss school.  So now I've got two sick kids and set about the task of medicating (as much as one can in this situation which equates to a tylenol for Jaylin) and notifying teachers and schools.

Hunter's 1st grade teacher is great!  She is going to get his work ready so that I can pick it up after lunch - we don't want him to be overwhelmed with homework tomorrow so we'll get caught up this evening.  As far as Jaylin, well apparently in the 5th grade they don't want to send work home unless you've missed for three days....I'm a little bummed that we can't pick stuff up this afternoon....because that means that homework tomorrow is going to be a curse word.  Hoping that this is over soon!

I'm off to clean up poop....and my stomach hurts at the thought of it!  I love my kids, really I do - I just can't clean up big kid poop.  Babies - no problem.  Once you are potty trained you are on your own....well at least I wish that they were....oh the things we do for our children!