So, the booth was not going well. Or, at least, not as well as I had hoped. I made the decision last night that I would not stay up there all day today...Chris and the girls were out of school, Q was going to the sitter, the girls were going to Babyland General with their grandparents and I was somewhat hopeful that Chris and I might get to have a grown up lunch together. It was not to be.
At 3am Casey pushed open the door to our room and whispered, "Mama? I feel sick." And then the puking began. And it has not ended. She has thrown up in just about every room in the house. She threw up multiple times on the couch and once completely covering Chris. We received our tax return this week and I am thinking that a new couch might be in our future.
Babyland General did not happen. The sale did not happen at all. Chris did not get his alone time and we did not have a grown up lunch. Such is life.