Ok, can we drop all the pretenses here for a moment? I mean, let's just be honest and say what we're all thinking: kids suck sometimes. And "suck" is not a word I use lightly. I reserve it for times when I really, really mean it.
What did I do this weekend? Did it involve my husband and me flying off to some exotic locale "just to get away?" Uh, no. Did I get my house really clean? Again, no. Colin and I spent the weekend cleaning vomit. Yum. How much vomit, you may ask. Enough to warrant two laundry cycles of towels. Because it was that kind of weekend.
Somehow, Colin and I managed to avoid The Stomach Virus Of Death. Colin, because he has the immune system of a horse (I don't know if horses actually have good immune systems, I'm just saying) and me because I'll just stomach anything these days.
Let me just say, Cason is one and a half and I have never had to call the after hours doctor for anything...until now. Because when your child takes a teaspoon of liquid and barfs up three cups worth (and has been doing so for TWELVE HOURS) something doesn't seem right about that. But it's all over now. You don't have to avoid us if you see us...and you will see us because we've been trapped in the house for three days. I mean, you may want to avoid us for other reasons, but not because of illness.

But enough about barf.........
My friend Jess had an interesting post about what's on her iPOD. I started thinking about mine and how I don't even like half of the 900 songs on there. What's that say about me?