Holy Mother of Pearl! I'm tired. I woke up at 1:30 because I had this searing pain in my side. Advil fixed that, but it couldn't fix the 3 am wake up call wherein Cole told me that he'd thrown up. *sigh* I thought he was better. I even told work that I'd "absolutely" be in today. Alas, no. To top it off, Cole threw up on the rug next to my bed. I just couldn't deal with cleaning it up and ended up throwing it away and buying an identical one this morning. Seriously, I couldn't handle the thought of scrubbing it out. I.just.couldn't.
So, Cole and I are home again. His daycare tells me that whatever he has is going through the center with a vengeance. Sadly, the thought that other kids are sick like he is makes me feel better. At least I know that it's not just him.
Oh, and I decided not to do laundry at 3 this morning (because of the gross vomiting) and instead had us sleeping on the mattress pad. Yeah. I'm cool like that.
My brain hurts. In a tired sort of way.
That is all.
So, Cole and I are home again. His daycare tells me that whatever he has is going through the center with a vengeance. Sadly, the thought that other kids are sick like he is makes me feel better. At least I know that it's not just him.
Oh, and I decided not to do laundry at 3 this morning (because of the gross vomiting) and instead had us sleeping on the mattress pad. Yeah. I'm cool like that.
My brain hurts. In a tired sort of way.
That is all.
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3 hour old taco bell for lunch. yeah. tastes just as bad as it sounds.
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assy mcgee.