Today I got to get up at 4:40 in the morning and not go back to sleep, courtesy of a puking child.
I don't love being a mom on days like today.
I spent most of the morning on the couch with a kid who caught cat-naps between getting sick. At least she got a little sleep, though, and then she was feeling pretty good by about lunch time.
I think she almost doesn't mind sick days because she gets to wear footie pajamas all day (she's obsessed with wearing pajamas all day lately). Adding the tutu just made it that much better. The best, though, was that she referred to herself as "the ballerina" the whole time she was wearing the tutu. As in, "Does the ballerina want to eat her toast? Yes!"
By tonight she seemed perfectly fine. Fingers are crossed for a quiet, puke-free night.
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