And just like that...it is gone.

I tried to decide whether to title this entry with sympathy for my son who woke up at 2:30 this morning throwing up or if I should take the more selfish angle. It is not that I begrudge the sleep that I had to give up. I don't even mind (much) that we had to clean it off the carpet in the middle of the night. (Yes, I said we. I have a good husband!) But, today was to be the Tuesday that I have the couple hours to myself. And, I can't send a sick child to my mom's! So, I went with the title that was all about me. Seth is welcome to start his own blog and talk about his misery. Lest I sound unsympathetic, I really hate it when my kids are sick. My heart just breaks knowing I can't make the yucky feeling go away. I would take it from him if I could...I really would. (But, since he has already had it, I hope I don't get it too!)