Extended Forecast

While the viral front we've been experiencing for the past week has moved on, look for scattered vomiting and general crankiness through Friday.

This morning I got Adam ready for daycare and bundled into the car, only to arrive and find that they'd be opening two hours late. Crap. Across the street to the coffee shop to waste some time, then.

I got Adam situated, gave him a bit of my bagel, and we were having a fine time, until he scooted too far back across the chair and tumbled to the floor. Not a bad bonk, but enough to make him cry. I picked him up and tried to calm him down, and just as he started getting quieter, I heard the all-too-familiar hairball sound.

Both of us were covered in yuck. Neither of us had a spare shirt.

Back into the car and home, stinking of bile all the way. Clothes into the washer, everybody wiped clean, new clothes and anti-nausea medication applied.

Then I dropped him off at daycare, because another day at home with a cranky, sick-but-not-really kid would send me straight to the madhouse at this point.

*Note* I am not a bad person. I am not endangering the other leetle children (won't somebody please think of the children!). His doctor assures me he is safe to be in company, but that the nausea may last through the weekend. Emetrol for baby, Vodka for mommy.