March 29, 2008 - 1:11 AM.

Oh jebus mcintyre pewkorama

Good easy day with the child; kept house clean; did domestic things; sent off some back billing; made a plan for the evening. That didn't go off -- first we couldn't buy our groceries b/c all the card machines were down in the store (snowstorm ffs) and we had no checkbook; then we headed to the library and it was CLOSED! And I have several books there waiting for me to pick them up, to wit: "Superfoods Rx," "Blink" (about how people make decisions), and "Your 3-Year-Old: Friend or Foe?" Denied! So we headed up to my folks' house to salvage some sociability from the evening -- good choice.

Putting the child down for bed went smoothly -- out by 8:45 after a no-nap day -- but at 11:15 he started to cry out very hoarsely in his sleep, poor little buggey. He's been fighting his nose all day, probably has post-nasal drip, which we could tell when he started to throw up mucous all over his bed and his mother! Oh, my poor little boy. He was nothing short of miserable for a full half hour, begging me to hold him ("I want you to have me, mommy!") and to leave his barf-soaked jammies "ON! PLEASE!"

Finally got him calmed down, mopped off, and settled in front of Blue's Clue's for a few minutes with a drink of water. He talked it over with his daddy for a bit -- there is nothing that sends me, like listening to a conversation between them that goes, "Are you feelin' OK, buddy?" "Yeah daddy. Daddy, I THREW UP. And, I cried!" "Yes you did, baby" (stroking child's hair). "Well -- wwwwwwhy'd I cry? I can't remembewwwww....but, I got you now daddy. I got you now mommy."

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