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Yikes is home sick today. Her stellar mother slept through three night time wake ups, including one that featured throwing up all over her comforter. In truth, I don't feel terribly bad about missing the middle of the night stuff - Tessa did hear her and did take care of her. What I feel bad about is my reaction to her this morning. I didn't know she had thrown up so when she woke up crying at 6 and told me that she had to stay home today, I told her she seemed fine and had to go to school. And yes, I was pretty impatient with her about it, too. Lucky for her Spike soon informed me of the middle of the night fun. I wonder if I would have figured it out otherwise. Maybe after her second time miserably puking on her bed?
In truth, she's going to have a fine day. She's got the beloved Daddy all to herself and was eager for me to leave because he had told her that after Mama left she could watch tv. I wouldn't mind curling up next to her and watching Monsters, Inc. all day either.
In truth, she's going to have a fine day. She's got the beloved Daddy all to herself and was eager for me to leave because he had told her that after Mama left she could watch tv. I wouldn't mind curling up next to her and watching Monsters, Inc. all day either.