16-Nov-2004

So.  Yesterday was an adventure.  I have a couple of puke
stories, but I think I’ll spare you.  Suffice it to say it is not
fun being sick when: a) there is no one home to take care of you, and
b) there is a 14 month old who needs you.  BUT, then my husband
(who is the best husband EVER) came home.  He brought me soup, a
lemon, some coke, and some reeses peanutbutter cups (for when I got
better).  Then, he gave me a massage (I was so stinking sore) and
drew me a hot bath, and made me some soup.  And I felt MUCH
better.  Then, I went to bed.  15 minutes later, Maya
puked.   It was the saddest thing ever.  However,
whatever it is that we had seems to have spared her for the most
part–she seems fine today.  Yay for that.  Anyway.  Big
fat eprops for my husband.