Disregard the previous wellness message...

Last night Keegan woke up fussing and stinking. As I was carrying him through the bathroom to get a diaper he puked.

On the dog.

Who promptly began to eat it.

So instead of changing the diaper and going back to bed, we had to change a diaper, change pajamas, clean the floor, scrub the dog and try to figure out how to clean his mouth. Eventually I just settled on giving him a treat for helping me clean and tried not to think about it this morning when he was trying to kiss Keegan.

Today I guess we are back to square one. Today he has officially been puking for a week. Seven days of vomit. Lovely. He is fussy again today, and so is his big sister, who still is running a fever. I have some work appointments today that I really can't miss, so Jacob's mom is going to take off of work this afternoon to come watch the kids. (Thank you, Granna!) I love that she is doing this not only because is it a massive help, but also a guilty conscience relief knowing that she isn't going to take any sickness back to kids. In adults this thing gets over fairly quickly... 12 hours of being miserable and it's over. Kids, let's just say not so much. So thank you Kate, I hope you don't get sick.

And just icing on the cake today, the laptop that I normally use and need for my meetings today- totally not working. So in regard to all the crap we've dealt with this week, I am drafting a letter. Here it goes:

Dear Satan,

While I am just thrilled that I have done something to make you angry, I am sorry to say that you have far overstayed your welcome. Please pack up your bags and leave. And don't forget your minions, I don't want them hanging around either. Don't let the door hit you in the butt when you leave. Thank you for letting me know that our family is on the right track, any time you rear your ugly head it is a sure sign that you have lost some ground, and I'm totally down with that. That is all, you are dismissed.

In Christ, who has got my back here,

Andi