Well, we had a very busy weekend planned. Celebrating a good friend’s birthday at brunch, dinner with college friends (and their kids), and some fun family time.
But last night around 11:15 my son woke up crying for me. I went into his room and he threw up. All. Over. Me. That was the start of an every two hour occurrence overnight last night. When we told him that we wouldn’t be able to go to the birthday brunch (that he had been looking forward to ALL WEEK) he replied, “I’m all better mama!” But he is not all better.
So our Saturday plans have changed. Right now we are snuggled on the couch, watching TV and eating saltine crackers and water. I can”t complain though, because I sure love the extra snuggles I’m getting. Just wish he felt better.