Oh, I hate having sick kids. I'm sure every mother feels the exact same way.
Preslie came into the bedroom last night at 10 pm and told me she needed to get sick. Which sometimes with Preslie you don't know if she just wants sympathy or if she's sick. So, here I am thinking it's really nothing. I hand her the trash can, ya know just in case I'm wrong. But, I didn't have a bag in the trash can and she proceeds to get sick. Yep, I need to go buy a new bathroom trash can because I so was not cleaning that. We got comfy (as comfy as one can get) on the couch. Poor thing was up every hour getting sick. I felt so bad for her. So, here I am at home playing on the computer with Preslie behind me laying on the couch watching a Land Before Time movie. She tells me she feels better but we'll see.
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