the puke diaries

I've been home with Sick Ab yesterday and today.

We've had puke on blankets, floors, one stuffed frog, one purpled stuffed bear, one stuffed panda with Vikings cheerleading skirt, couch pillows, two sets of pants, one wall, the bathroom floor and me.

We've also had the Poor Puker so miserable, she only crawled about the house on all floors yesterday. Pretty sad.

But things are looking up today. She demanded mac and cheese for lunch - I said no at first, but she seemed hungry, so I threw towels all over the place and gave her a bowl. So far no spew. (Aren't you glad I'm writing this appealing post? )

THE GOOD NEWS: Tim is on his way home from Illinois right now, in true cavalry fashion.

THE BAD NEWS: She was supposed to cheer at a high school football game tonight (the culmination of Monday's cheer clinic with the WHS competition cheer squad, hoo rah), and I had to say no, and that's not going over too well.

THE REALLY SHITTY DEVELOPMENT NEWS: We have bad cable - so she's been falling in love with "Full House" reruns. John Stamos rockin' a mullet, y'all.

FULL DISCLOSURE: This is not my toilet. Mine has crappy pee-yellow linoleum around it.