That’s the number of times my poor, sweet baby has thrown up and the number of Scooby Doo reruns we’ve watched since 2:30 this afternoon.
Chris was hanging with the guys for a day of football watching and man stuff, the girls were at Grandma’s house for an all-nighter and I was all set consume lots of caffeine and Monkey Bread and crank out some more proofs. (More on the Monkey Bread later).
I called to check on girls and found out The Ruler had thrown up. I raced over to pick her up and we’ve spent the afternoon and evening on the sofa with a bucket close by….poor kid!
I just wish my kisses really were enough to make her all better. I feel so helpless.
Hoping it will pass soon and that all of you are enjoying a healthy post-holiday weekend.
(For those of you waiting on galleries I’m hoping to get a few done tomorrow if she’s feeling better. Thanks for your patience.)
Until next time,
Oh no…never fun. I hope she feels better very, very soon!