It turns out our computer died. Again. We are not amused. I'm currently using Clark's laptop because he is kind enough to bring it home from work so I can check my email. Naptime is surprisingly quiet and lonely with no computer at home.
Good thing Julia decided to vomit in her sleep the other day, or I wouldn't have known what to do with myself. Oh, and then she had a blowout. And then she barfed again. And again. And again. And all the while begged me for some milk (no way, kid, I know how that tastes coming up, and you'll never drink milk again). This was all on top of a raging case of eczema on her stomach, chest, and face.
Of course, while scraping the chunks of partially digested food off her bedsheet (TMI?), I realized that I didn't mind. I'd rather be a mom cleaning up the mother of all messes than a lady who dreads going to work every day. And there are certainly perks to this whole motherhood deal. Like the big fat hug I get every night. Ah, that is heaven.
Hopefully I'll be back online next week. Fingers crossed!
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