I had "Talking Tuesday" and "Wordless Wednesday" posts in my head drafted and ready to go. Then, Tuesday night after celebrating a friend's 30th birthday, I get woken up three times with Kinsley. The third time equaled projectile vomit all over her bedroom floor and when I thought she was done, I carefully carried her to the bathroom for her to continue to spray the carpet. I spent the night shampooing carpets and finally passing out around 2 a.m. She sounds congested and has a low grade fever.
Last night the itchy throat started with me. I am doomed. So much for getting back into a routine after ten days of visitors.