Yesterday afternoon the supervisor came into my office to tell me that Harrison had "thrown up everywhere". When you work at a daycare, you realize that some people have a different idea of what constitutes "everywhere". I went to his room, and sure enough, he had puked everywhere. But, because he is my boy, he didn't get anything on his clothes. I am a good puker. My boy has no problems letting it fly so to speak.
We went home and propped him up on the small couch and he proceeded to beg for food. No way Jay. Finally I got him to sleep and he slept through the evening. I woke about 1:30 in the morning and had the very same issues. Nice. Thanks son.
This morning, after being up all night, I took the kids downstairs and McCartney began the wonderful job of yakking. Nice. She however never acts sick, so she spent the day running around and making a mess. I spent the day on the couch sleeping on and off. Hopefully tomorrow we will be back to work and school.
Because I believed her
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