First stop - Bug.
His after school program takes place in a big gymnasium. On one side of the gym, kids can draw, read, and have snacks. On the other side, they usually play a sport.
I didn't see Bug on the drawing side so went to check the sports side. Not there either.
I went back to the first side and found him sitting quietly, looking at the floor. I asked how he was doing, and he said he felt sick.
To his stomach.
A long night of barfing flashed before my eyes, and I felt queasy myself.
I brought Bug home to my husband and headed back out to get Squish and Pumpkin.
Squish was easy to get today. He was in full Diligent Helper mode and went with me to get Pumpkin from the infant room.
Pumpkin was tired but her usual, dear self. Then one of her "teachers" told me that Pumpkin gets angry after she finishes bottles during the day, and that she needs more to eat.
Nothing like feeling inadequate at the end of a drizzly fall day.
Fifteen minutes later, when we were all home again, Squish asked, "Where is the ukulele?"
"THE UKELELE I GOT FROM SCHOOL!!!!!! WHERE IS IT?!?!!?" Squish explained.
"Sweetie, it must be at school. I didn't realize you won it this week."
For about a minute this evening, it felt like everything was completely falling apart. Oldest kid on the verge of the barfs. Middle kid apoplectic about a ukelele. And starving baby.
Somehow the night actually turned out just fine.
Pumpkin was a happy baby, blowing raspberries while I ate dinner. Hardly a baby in need.
Squish was a happy monkey, playing a rhyming puzzle game with my husband after dinner.
Bug was a happy kid, practicing writing in a notebook while he curled up under a blanket in the family room.
The daily tribulations sometimes seem to pile one on top of another until it isn't that easy to shrug them off. But I think I can see (this evening, at least) that what goes down must go up around here. Thank goodness.