The Flu and Today's Other Loveliness

When I said this week was going to be exciting, I had no idea.

Lil' Miss called me after napping for half an hour this afternoon.  I thought I was going to open the door to, "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom." 

Nope.  It was, "Mom, I have throw up on my hands."

Um...yeah.  And on her skirt, her pillowcase, her lovie, her blankets, her sheets, e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.

It gets better.  We had company this weekend, so Lil' Miss begged to sleep on the top bunk of our bunkbed (which is pretty much being used as a giant play structure until more kiddos join our family).  Have you every tried to get a sick child, blankets, and a lot of puke off the top bunk?

So. Not. Fun.

By this point, the puke has spread.  (How is that even possible?)  Our visiting friends - who had the bad luck to still be visiting - are packing up as quickly as possible.  I have a puke-covered child in the bathtub (still puking) while I'm trying to clean up the puke-covered bedroom.

I'll spare you the rest of the details.  Suffice it to say, it was not the lovely naptime I had planned to spend watching Bre*king Dawn engaged in meaningful conversation with my friend.

Four hours of puking later, I get a text from my friend.  She has a flat tire less than halfway home and is sitting by the side of the road (with a three-year-old) waiting for a tow truck from Big D*ddy's Towing to show up and help her.

Six-and-a-half hours of puking later, I get an email from our adoption agency.  There weren't any kids listed in China tonight who are a fit for our family.  Not the news I wanted to hear.

So here I am: up W-A-Y too late, hoping I don't start puking, and blogging because staring at the computer hoping some amazing news is going to magically appear is getting old fast.

The plan for tomorrow is 7-*p, blankets, movies, and no puking (please!).