Better

You're feeling infinitely better. I am so thankful for that, because it really was a horrific time for everyone. Daddy doesn't even handle poopy diapers well, so holding you while you threw up into a towel I was holding was incredibly hard for him. The laundry room's probably glad you're feeling better too. You refused to hurl into a bowl or trash can after the first few times, so all you would use was a towel or blanket. Yeah, that took some serious washing.

Last afternoon I got a nice reprieve as you were feeling fine so Daddy watched you while Grandma and I went to play racquetball. That was really fun, and just what I needed. I hadn't been out of the house since Saturday afternoon.

Anyway, you're back at school today and I'm back at work. If I was busy before, I'm suicidally busy now. Seriously, it's insane. I don't know how I'm going to dig out. One project at a time, I guess.

Bike to BOB this weekend gives me something nice to look forward to.