I got a call from the school to tell me that Anthony was sick and needed to be picked up. He had thrown up. I found him in the nurse’s office looking pale and puny. Later in the evening, Rita went into nurse mode and set up her little “hospital”. I was a little under the weather myself so I got a room too. Antony, being the sickest, got the couch. You can’t read the paper above his head but it has a number 1 on it and some hearts as he was in room 1. My sign has a number 2 and my chair was declared room 2. Since Brendan wasn’t sick and wasn’t getting any attention from Rita, he declared that his chair was the waiting room.
My sweet Rita. She never ceases to amaze me with how big her heart is. She is such a caregiver!
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