Any Ordinary Morning.

Camille returned to preschool today. She hasn't been since December 12th and being away from her normal routine flips her upside down. Last night, we talked about how she loves her teachers and friends, and how she would have fun, just as before. She went about her morning the usual way until after breakfast, which meant getting dressed and leaving for school. Then her gag reflex began to stir. Several times she stood over the toilet and I reassured her that her tummy felt queasy because she was nervous. No vomiting yet! Camille has been a projectile puker since she was a 5 lb 11 ouncer. I know the signs and situations now and can try to stave it off. Well, we did until I opened her car door at school. Most of it landed outside, except for splatters on the door and my red wool shoes. I mention my red shoes because these are my winter shoes (yeah, I'm a bit Mr. Rogerish) and as I was relaying our morning to my husband, red vomit stained shoes came flashing back from last winter when Camille once again was nervous. That was just the beginning. She jumped out and the vomiting continued. Today was the day I happened to get a parking spot right up front, and as my daughter was wretching away, the principal was chatting away right outside. I wiped her up and off we went to her first day back at preschool.