So, today was quite the day. Poor Josh felt horrible for most of it, with his lifeless little 4-year-old body sprawled out on the couch in the great room, watching TV. I spent a good part of the day running back and forth from room to room in response to Josh's frantic pleas for help. It would go something like this:
"I'm gonna throw up! I'm gonna throw up!! I'M GONNA THROW UP!!!"
Josh would end this announcement with a scream that could shatter glass.
At this point, I would immediately drop whatever I was doing and sprint for the great room, calling, "Get your bowl! Get your bowl!"
This little scenario played out about 20 times. He only ended up tossing his cookies four times, but that didn't make the other 16 calls for help any less nerve-wracking.
When my husband came home at 6:15 and asked if I was going to karate tonight, my answer was: "Uh, yeah."
I needed a little break.
Josh is bunking next to our bed tonight. I figure this will prevent my having to run at full-tilt down the hall to his room when I hear him screaming, "I'm gonna throw up!" over the monitor. There's nothing quite like being startled out of a sound sleep and immediately forced to sprint. So, I'm trying to make life easier. We'll see what happens.
Ah, stomach virus season.
There truly is no end to the joys you bring.