So, I intended to write a fun post about our homeschooling adventures today, but well, ya know. Ezra vomited and now it's all I can think about.
Gross, I know.
But, it was random. He puked, then he ate. Then he drank. Then he vomited. Then he ate two plates of dinner and dessert.
ANNNNND now, I am sitting here, terrified of hearing puke noises from ANY ONE of my children.
Each was tucked into bed with a towel on his pillow. Oh trepidation. I hate vomit.
Bums me the heck out.
So I'm listening. And not planning on much sleep.