Sarah woke up this morning throwing up.
And although there is nothing whatsoever cute or sweet about a tummy bug, I can’t help but smile at her when she looks up at me, and says in her little weak voice, “mommy, I need to go throw up now”
awwwwww!
Then the moment is lost when she sticks her head in the toilet, I hold her hair back, she starts puking, and I start dry heaving behind her.
i.don’t.do.throw.up.
I can’t stand it. I am the type of person just hearing someone else do it, I get sick. I remember one time David had a terrible bug, he was in one bathroom sick as a dog, and I was in the other one because I couldn’t woMAN up.
When Emily & Audrey are sick with it, David takes charge ’cause he knows I”ll totally lose it if I have to help out. I’m more of a snotty nose, sore throat, coughin’ up a lung kinda mom.
But Sarah is a little different. I can still take care of her ’cause she is still somewhat, kinda little.
But in the next year or so, she’ll be all David’s when she gets the dreaded tummy bug.



























