Recuperating

Izzy spent most of her day yesterday sitting in her slightly pukey pjs (she'd drooled on the clean ones I'd thrown on her after her 3 AM bath) and watching TV. By dinnertime last night, she was starting to perk up. She ate an apple and half a pbj sandwich. I gave her another bath (her hair smelled like the Lysol that I had um, liberally applied to every surface of her room). By bedtime, she was her usual perky self (great timing, kid!).

Izzy is SUCH a better sick person than say, HER SISTER. Mary sits and whines and mopes and complains ALL DAY. It's just DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA all day long with her! Izzy is quiet and may get upset for a minute after she pukes, but then she will sit there and chatter with you a minute after she's done. Oh yes. Staying home with a sick Izzy is much, much more pleasant than a sick Mary.

So far NO ONE ELSE IN THE FAMILY has started puking. Could this really stop at ONE hit?

The daycare was not so fortunate. The provider, her son, her boyfriend, and (at last count) 6 of the 8 kids she watches have all been hit.

I did well yesterday, but today I think my previous restless night finally caught up with me. I can barely keep my eyes open at work and have been reduced to eating chocolate in the attempt to stay awake.

What? Doesn't chocolate work the same as coffee? ;-)