Sick Day
May 14, 2011
Settled on to the couch with her snuggie, pillow pet, and Popsicle. The necessities of the sick.
Poor baby has been throwing up all day. And I am told all night. She spent last night at Rob’s house. At 8am I got a phone call from him saying she had not only been throwing up all night, but had been asking for me since 3am.
I know I should probably feel bad or guilty that she wanted me and I wasn’t there, but I think 16 years of always being the one on vomit duty has hardened me. Either that or just 16 years of parenting in general. Because I was kind of relieved that I wasn’t the one up all night. She was in perfectly capable hands.
So we all rearranged our plans for the day, me forgoing little league games. (Again, not really all that sad about it!) I settled her onto the couch. After a little while of sitting there staring at her while she watched Zach and Cody I decided to tackle staining the front porch posts. I figured I was trapped at home on a glorious sunny, but not very hot day (read under 90) so I might as well.
I was about half way done when I suddenly wondered how I could have forgotten how much I hate anything that resembles painting.
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