Last night Mary woke up crying and puking. Abe and I both missed the fact that she had puked. Parent fail.
But at least I noticed this morning! Poor Mary was a mess. I wanted to give her a stay-at-home-all-day-and-do-nothing day, but Lydia had to go to music and preschool, so I toted Mary around to those activities. Today was one of those days where I bless my good fortune to live in the age of Amazon Prime TV. In between outings, I snuggled Mary into our fuzzy beanbag, covered her with blankets, handed her a puke bowl and let her forget her misery while she watched Dinosaur Train and Daniel Tiger.
Lydia was a total doll all day and earned another nice sticker. I had a crazy mom moment when I went to pick her up from preschool. This morning I had to wash Mary’s vomit out of my hair, but I had zero energy to style it. There was a lot of rain and humidity today, and my hair went crazy. After noticing that I was getting weird looks at Lydia’s preschool, I took a look in the mirror. This is what I saw:
This evening after dinner we all played puzzles and the new Uno game you gave us, Mom!
