it’s Murphy’s Law, naturally. my husband goes out of town, and that’s exactly when my children decide that they are going to go bezerk.

on sunday night i put Josh to sleep and i heard this really strange cry out of him – it wasn’t his normal “i don’t want to miss the party” kind of cry, it was more “get in here, mommy” so i went in and right when i got there…..warning…not for the faint of stomach…

he puked – but it was like a geyser coming out of his mouth and then it splashed down into his eyes and ears and hair – it was everywhere. ew. he was 100% fine afterwards and even said, as i was attempting to clean him up ” me puke in me bed” Yes, Josh Josh, you certainly did.

he’s completely fine, by the way. i mean, my nanny gave him macaroni and cheese for lunch and hot chocolate in the afternoon (what was she thinking???) and he ate a hot dog for dinner. totally not sick. i think he just drank his sippy cup too quickly.

so, last night, at 12:30, shortly after i’d gone to sleep, he woke up, asking for milk. i didn’t want to give it to him for fear of a repeat puke performance, so i thought, okay, i’ll just bring him into my bed for a little while. but, i couldn’t. sometime between 11:50 (when i went to sleep) and 12:30 (when Josh woke up) Emily had managed to relocate into my bed. i didn’t want Josh to wake her so i took him downstairs.

he, of course, was wide awake. and stayed awake through 6 episodes of Dora (i have them tivo’ed) until 3:30 when i’d had it and realized that i really needed to go to sleep.

oh my lordy…am sooo exhausted today. was planning to go to the gym. can barely stand up on my feet. i was skip today.