What a poopy day
The Girl-O has some kind of viral gastroenteritis. I was going to go in to Toronto this afternoon for my Jungian analysis session, but that has been cancelled now.
I'm starting to remember what it was like when the kiddo was a sick baby or toddler and I had to alternately wipe up barf and hose her down because she was spewing at both ends. She's sleeping now, thankfully. And when she wakes up, I'll get some Gatorade into her. I don't bother with Pediolyte anymore. That stuff tastes like shit.
Poor Girl-O. Poor Mummy.
I'm starting to remember what it was like when the kiddo was a sick baby or toddler and I had to alternately wipe up barf and hose her down because she was spewing at both ends. She's sleeping now, thankfully. And when she wakes up, I'll get some Gatorade into her. I don't bother with Pediolyte anymore. That stuff tastes like shit.
Poor Girl-O. Poor Mummy.