I can has fresh air now plz?
So, the baby and I held a vigil on the couch until 6:30 in the morning with a few more barfing episodes before finally moving to bed. He mostly slept. I stayed up and watched American Psycho (until I noticed that the baby was watching and didn’t think that would help with his upset stomach or his, uh, developing morality but ooooohhhh Christian Bale) and Apollo 13. He woke up for the day at 9ish. I stumbled downstairs and managed to put a movie on before passing out.
And that’s pretty much how it went for the most part. He ate about three crumbs of toast and a few sips of chicken broth but that was about it. I kept napping. Did some reading for class and that didn’t do much to keep me awake. Tried to launder all of the barfed-on items.
The couch still smells slightly. I febrezed it and I’m really hoping there are no hidden chunks since they’ll be hard to spot on that pattern (see photo). Actually, it’s kind of surprising that all of those stripes and blocks and specks don’t make us spew constantly.
And I’m so tired. And the Patriots won. Boo.