Sick Mack
I'm up too damn early this morning and it's all Mack's fault. At least this time when he woke me up to say, "Mommy, I feel *bleagh-urg-hurk*" he didn't throw up all over me. No, this time he got the side of the bed and the floor mostly. Poor kid. Now that I'm past "super-mommy, clean everyone/thing up" mode I can get all "eeeeww yuck disgusting get away from me you sickie" about it. It helps [me] that Mack isn't in cuddle mode. Whew!