Kindergarten Update

Well...I think my kids have lost a couple of pounds this week because they are not eating. I'm not sure if it is nerves or what. All I know is that it makes me nervous and I think they are too skinny. I can't begin to tell you how much food I've thrown away. I've made pancakes, toast and cinnamon rolls this week for breakfast and no one hardly ate. Isabel ate almost one cinnamon roll. Jasper ate about 2 bites and told me he didn't like them. So I got him a pop tart and he took one bite and said he didn't like it. Jonah didn't touch his toast. Jasper and Jonah both gagged when we had pancakes.

This morning I had donuts because I knew they would eat those. Wrong! Isabel did pretty good and ate half of her long john donut. Jonah and Jasper both took about 2 bites. I pack their lunch daily because my kids are crazy picky (thanks to Nate and I...God is paying me back, I just know it!) They eat their chips and yogurt and that is it.

Today I waited in the car line to pick them up. As I got a little closer I noticed the aide walking the kids towards me instead of waiting for me to get to the front of the line. At first I thought, "Cool! Am I getting triplet privileges?" Wrong again. I rolled down my window and immediately all three began talking at once. It sounded like this, "Isabel puked! I got sick! My lunch bag has puke all down it! I laid my head down. She got it on her shoes! It's on my shorts!" And so on and so on.

Finally Mrs. Maloyed (the teacher's aide) says, "Isabel just got sick before we walked out. She vomited everywhere. Jonah's lunch bag is covered and we left it laying on the floor inside the school." So, I pulled in to a parking space and we got out and went inside. The janitor had a mop and bucket and was cleaning the hallway. This girl really did puke! And there was Jonah's lunch bag. She was right...it was covered in puke. The janitor was super nice and picked it up with her gloved hands. She took and hosed it down in the sink and put it in a plastic bag. Jasper's teacher took her and washed her flip flops. Isabel's teacher (my preacher's wife) said she had laid her head down on her desk about 2:40. Mrs. K asked her if she was okay & she said, "Yes."

When we got back to the van I said, " Sissy? Do you not feel well? Does your belly hurt?" She said, "No. I'm not sick. I miss you and I don't want to be at kindergarten now."

Welp...talk about breaking my heart! My poor baby wants me. I tried to reassure her that I will always be here and I will always pick them up when school is over. I texted Mrs. K and told her what she had said. She promised me it does get better. I hope.