Today was a day of barf. Non-stop, unrelenting, projectile. My poor little Buddy, laying on the floor for most of the day, getting up to cuddle or wimper, trying to be well, remembering he's not. The type of day when a mother feels like a mother: concerned, comforting, 100% there.
So, that was my day. From beginning to (almost) end, I dealt with barf.
(Oh! But I did manage to go for a 30 minute run while my daughter and her friends at preschool indulged in banana bread cupcakes with super chocolately icing and heart sprinkles with a pink Smartey on top. And I spoke with my best friend (Hi Ines!)for almost an hour.)
I am letting my daughter watch a movie in bed tonight, despite being a school night, despite it being against our rules. I've got a mountain of laundry to fold and "The Bachelor" to watch. And I am Exhausted. (Note: the capital E)
I'm leaving the dishes for tomorrow.
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