Something in the last few days didn't agree with Connor. Too much sun? Too much chlorinated water from the pool? Too much food? Who knows, but something didn't sit well. Poor kid woke up about 10:30 last night, walked himself to the bathroom and proceeded to get sick all over it (and I do mean ALL over it).
The good news is there was only a little bit on the hallway carpet at the bathroom door. The rest of it was on wipeable surfaces and came clean with a roll of paper towels and some Clorox wipes. The bad news is that he was sick on and off until about 3:30 this morning, sometimes making it to the bathroom and sometimes just making it to the mop bucket that we set beside his bed. And I didn't get hardly any sleep.
Today has not been a whole lot better. There's been a little bit more getting sick, always in the bathroom, thank goodness. He's been drinking a little bit of Sprite and a little bit of ice water, but he won't touch any type of food, not even club crackers or dry cereal or toast. He's mostly been camped out on the couch, sipping one of his two drinks and watching animated movies.
Fun times, especially since Daddy and I are both working today. Pappy and Grammy are probably going to have a little more than they bargained for with today's adventures. Because our kids can be needy on a good day. But catch them on a sick day, and they're ridiculously helpless. So it goes.
