A little bit after 1PM, I received the dreaded call from the school that Elliott was not feeling well. I spoke with him and he sounded pretty awful. He said that he was nauseous and tried to make it through the day, but he couldn’t go on. He made most of the day and that’s a good thing.

I spoke with the school again and we agreed that he tried and that it was best if I came and got him.

We also agreed that this is very likely emotionally based but that doesn’t make what he’s feeling any less real. As such, Gavin and I went to pick him up. It was late enough in the day that I would normally have picked up Emmett as well. Being that I’m on my own, there’s no one to watch the kids. If Elliott wasn’t feeling well, I wouldn’t want to drag him out if it weren’t necessary.

As it was, my Mom was picking the kids up from school today anyway because she’s going hang out with Emmett this afternoon. So it all worked out.

Elliott is slowly moving around and is just now trying to eat something. The poor kid is really struggling and I wish I could snap my fingers and make it all better, but I can’t. 😔