You know what my favorite way to start a day is? Leaping out of bed at 4 am to the sound of a kid puking on her bedroom floor. And running downstairs to get the floor mop after quietly closing the door on Rob's sleeping form, hoping he won't wake up since he's now driving to Ohio by himself. Again.
I mean, can you think of a better start to a day?
I tried to wipe everything down before Rob got out of bed, so he wouldn't be exposed before getting out of the house. He was more than a bit depressed about having to make the trip alone.
Emma was very quiet while I was getting Rob ready to go. When I finally checked on her, lying on the couch, I found this unusual quiet was due to a raging fever. Some Tylenol later, she's doing better. I've just finished making her bed up with clean everything, including the throw-rug on the floor. There has been no puking for hours now, and she has kept food down. Yay.
I'm wondering who's going to wash the floor when this thing hits me? :-)