My life needs a new theme song. I have decided that as I walk around my house, the song "Another One Bites The Dust" needs to blare from invisible speakers hidden in nooks and crannies. Patch has succumbed to the strep. He woke up last night at about 2 am. I found him on the floor of the bathroom, surrounded by throw up. I slept lightly for the rest of the night (if you can call it sleep) and then witnessed him throwing up 3 more times. He never quite figured out how to make it to the toilet. The little blessing here was that he did make it to the bathroom. Well, until about 8:00. Right when I needed to leave to take Mini-me to school, he threw up in the kitchen. Gross. Why is motherhood so gross? To bring this long and gross story to an end, he is now on antibiotics and I am home bound until Wednesday.
Would anyone like to take bets on who is next? My money is on Curly.
My fellow Creative Consultants have been busy. For some sneak peaks, go here, here, here, and here. I have mine started, but I keep getting interrupted. Between teething and puking, there hasn't been a lot of "me" time here. Pray for me ;)