The Ick Must Go On

It's G's turn for the Supreme Ick. It started at 11 pm last night and made us get up every hour thereafter until M and NJ left this morning.

I slept in G's bed, because it was the easiest thing to do. I also remember that what gave me the most comfort as a kid was having my mom cuddle up next to me and stroke my hair.

I tell you what, that kid throws up like a champ. No fighting it, he just does it matter-of-factly. Telling him so last night seemed of no consolation, as he just rolled his eyes at me.

He feels better already. It took me four days to have a meal, and he's already had a snack and is now sitting down to lunch.

Such resilience!