We finally got to see There Will Be Blood. I really liked it, the husband isn’t sure how he feels about it. When we got home, the mother-in-law informed us that the baby had spent the evening barfing.
He’s doing…okay now. He had a “bazooka” episode not that long ago. You know. Coming out both ends? Unpleasant. During that unhappy time he said, “I hate being sick.”
I feel so bad for him because that is the worst sickness. I feel really guilty that I was out while he got sick.
And I’m feeling much dread that I could be next.
I’m really not a fan of barfing.