Today began like any other Saturday. I got up before the rest of the house. I brushed my teeth, put my contacts in, and went down to check and see if Emily was awake. She was. I got her out of bed. We had a short snuggle before Emily demanded I 'put her down on the floor'. She needed a story. She needed the light on too so she could see what book she was going to make me read as she went potty. Then she coughed to clear her throat and instead of a regular cough she began throwing up. YUK! All over the floor. We changed into comfy sweats and are now spending the day watching TV (Disney Channel has some pretty good shows!) eating crackers, sipping fluids and napping in between sprinting trips to the sink to spit out the puke.
I hate when Emily gets sick because I know there is nothing that I can do for her. But what I hate worse than not being able to help her is cleaning up puke. I can clean anything else in the whole entire world. But puke is the worst thing in the whole world for me. It's just beyond disgusting. I would gladly let Bryce cleanup the puke any time that he so desires!
I also feel that Emily being sick is the last thing she needs or deserves. Wasn't her stay in the hospital enough for the poor girl? Hopefully she bounces back quickly so we can go to the circus tomorrow. Hopefully the Corduroy bear I got her at the grocery store helps her feel a little better too! :)
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