So while I was at the dentist today the receptionist came in and said Mina was waiting in the office at school because she had early release today.
I rushed out of there to get her, then I went to get my GIGANTIC LIGHT BOX. This thing... Well that's another post.
Anyway, Cullen was crying and stuff so I gave him food and he threw it all on the floor. The kids were being jerks. My brain started to unravel. And then it happened.
Cullen threw up. Again. And again. And again. And again.
Thank god we still have some chlorox in this granola house. I do hope we don't all get it.
Cullen is now wrapped in a towel, laying in Jason's lap. Every time we move him, he throws up.
The girls are in their room watching Cinderella, waiting for their dinner of tater tots, and Jason and I have lost our appetites.
Ah, just in time for Thanksgiving.