Worst Day Ever? I'm not sure.

So I didn't go teach Sunday school today because of my pained tummy. But actually, when everyone came back from tennis (they went without me because I was all moaning and groaning on the couch feeling horrible) my tummy felt better, and I wanted to go to Sunday school. But that was junky, since I already emailed one of the Sunday school bosses saying I couldn't go because of my tummy. Good thing though, because last night I had a dilemma.

[Last night]

"Okay, so we're having lunch at Kylie's tomorrow. But how can I go if it starts at Sunday school time?" I wondered aloud.
"Do you have to go?" Mum asked.
"Yes," I insisted. "Since Hnd (aka Umm Arwa) left, there's these three girls who don't have a teacher now, and also, I have to teach Hal and Nab."
"Oh."
"You don't HAVE to go," growled S, comin' at me with a killer knife in her hand. No, just kidding.
I attacked her in my head.

Then Dad called and he said he was coming home and if any of us wanted to go to the masjid we should get ready. Earlier Mum was pestering me about my math. Grrrrr. So I got ready but I didn't have time to finish my math, because dad came home and showered and then more things happened. In my head I panicked, but partly satisfied that I could get away from my math for a while.

When I came home from the masjid, Skin told me that Mummy said that I couldn't go to Sunday school tomorrow because I didn't finish my math.

Uh-oh.

I attacked Mum and put her in the NuNu dungeon. In my head.

So I cursed my math (yes, I apologize for being bad) and then I tried to finish it before bedtime so I could go. Skin helped me. Sort of.

But then Dad barged in and said, "Do it tomorrow, after Fajr."

I was like ASDSDFFFJLGJ, then he turned off the lights when I wasn't even wearing my PJ's yet.

So I got ready for bed, put my math away, and got in bed.

It was a terrible experience, because my tummy was growling all night, and I wanted to barf. I somehow slept by the mercy of God.

[End of last night scene]

This morning I prayed Fajr and then dad told me to do my math, but I just wasn't in the mood for it. My annoying tummy was acting up again, so I stayed in my bed and ignored my mum telling me to get ready for tennis.

They left without me and I lay down on the couch until I felt slightly better. Then I ate some food including dad's strange eggs. Then I read my horror books.

Then they came back, and then a few hours after that mum made Apam Warna-warna for Auntie Sal.
Then we left for Kylie's house.

We ate food. Auntie Sal gave us clothes. I got three new hair bands. Yay.

Then we left at 'Asr time and prayed at the masjid. When I got there, kids crowded all over me.

Hal and Nab tickled me, Reem high fived me, Ak pretended she didn't know me, and Zak put me, Nab, and Reem into a pile.

Then we calmed down and prayed.

Then we left. Hal and Nab call me a tickle monster.

I wonder who was their teacher today.

So when we got home, I read a book or something (I don't remember) and then I took a nap. When I woke up I felt horrible, everything was so hot and I was sweating.

I got some water and lay back down in my bed.

That's all. I did this all on the iPad and that explains why this post is in terrible grammar. I'll fix it tomorrow.

Tomorrow Hammy & I have speech therapy and Skin is going to a boys and girls club thing with someone named Jn. I will talk about her tomorrow.

We're sleeping in mummy's room tonight. The temperature is eighty something.

-Nu

[grammarly fixed by NuNu on Monday, June 10, 2013]

I have a terrible tummyache.

Or stomachache. Whatever.

Mum gave me a red medicine yesterday that looked like an eraser. I ate it. Tasted sorta sweet. Sister thought it was gross.


BUT WHO CARES.

IT MADE MY TUMMY HURT.

I AM SERIOUS.

It hurt all night and I couldn't sleep and it was awful and I almost barfed and I barfed on Wednesday and I forget why but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

-Nu