Any hopes I had of a better Sunday than Saturday were dashed at 9 a.m. when J. came into my room to say she was about to throw up. Which she did. Three times.
It's almost 1:30 now, and she says she feels completely better ... we're making her go slow with food. So far, toast and tea. I don't feel like we can do too much out and about with a pukey kid.
Which should mean that it's time for me to do laundry and clean my bedroom (one of the things that was on my list for my week off which I did NOT get to).Labels: health, kids, weekends |
