I felt a little bad this morning. I wasn't sick but my 5 year old was. However, I ignored her claims and continued to get ready to go to work. (The jerk store called....) Anyway, lunch packed, hair gelled, coffee made, hell I even shaved today. I have 15 minutes to get her dressed and on the road. I picked her up and she is on fire. I go get the thermometer. I stick in her mouth (wait is this the rectal thermometer) (I'm kidding we don't have one of those) (I don't think) and she is fighting me not wanting to keep it under her tongue so I'm not getting a accurate reading. The temperature reached 101.2 but I'm guessing it was higher. So back to her bed she goes. Now I have time to fill. I'm looking around and I guess house cleaning will be the winner
Sorry about that. Just had gagging sounds from the other room. Why do kids puke on themselves or better yet why do they come and wake you up to tell you "I think I gonna pu bbbllughghh" So while I'm trying to get her out of bed, I grab the sheet only to get a hot soggy handful. Yup. I love being a parent. I get her to the bathroom and she's complaining that SHE smells like puke. (what about my hand) I get her stripped and into the tub. I take her clothes and the aforementioned sheet to the laundry.
Now where was I. Oh yeah, house cleaning. I kind of just lost my motivation. Looks like a couch trip has now been scheduled. I hope you all enjoy your day.