On Wednesday I spent the entire day on the couch, starting at 4:30 a.m., periodically emptying a bucket my daughter was throwing up in. Yes, it sometimes amazes me the things we do with no qualms at all for our kids. She didn't eat anything the entire day --just some sips of water. She was just throwing up stomach acid and having dry heaves for most of the day. It's now Friday, and I still can't get her to eat anything more than a couple of sips of milk. I'm starting to threaten her with the hospital and IV's.
We might actually have a contract to vote on soon. It won't be great --three years of a pay-freeze-- but the stress of negotiations might at least be over. That or we'll be striking. Kind of amazing really --the college where I teach has the lowest salaries in the state, and has the largest class sizes. That's just the kind of "we value education" city I live in.
I wish I could vote in Wisconsin. I can walk there in 15 minutes, you'd think they'd make an exception.
I got up this morning to find flowers on the kitchen table. This is why Valentines is just not a big deal around here --Rob doesn't need a hallmark-sponsored day to make sweet gesture. I think the flowers are his way of saying "thank you" for the millions of loads of laundry I've done since Wednesday to try to keep us from getting the bug that took Emma down.
Before Emma got sick, she started us down the road of making polymer clay beads. It's addicting. If she ever gets better, we'll make some more.