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For about 3 weeks, Corban has been sick. He's had molars come in, drank some acetaminophen, and gotten a gastrointestinal virus. Sleep is a luxury and our elliptical machine has stood dormant for all this time. The doc told me this pattern of throw up, no throw up could go on for another 5 days.

I was watching my grandma tonight and feeding her dinner when Corban looked at me and I looked at him and he just threw up. As I continued to stare at him, he threw up again! What kind of mom just looks at her son while he throws up? Oh, I'll tell you. A mom that has been thrown up on or seen her fair share of throw up to not want to do anything about it, that's who! This was at my parents house, on their hard wood floors. After the throw up stopped, I ran him to the bathroom to rinse off and wash away what I could. I then cleaned the floors. I guess I waited too long and some of it seeped through the teeny tiny cracks in the wood. Nice.

In mydefense, I did warn my mom what was happening and told her I was afraid of Corban throwing up tonight. She assured me that everything had been thrown up on before, but that's not so. They built their new house post kids! Oh, well. I tried spraying 5 year old Lysol but it ended up smelling more like stale, old perfume. Yuck! I had to open windows and hope the cold air would freeze those gross smelling molecules out of the house.

It's almost Corban's bed time. Should I work out or go to bed?