First, the good. I have a new name, given by Lisa's Stud-Muffin. I am now (drum roll, please)
DAME NAMES ALOT
Is that cool, or what?
On to the bad and the ugly, because that's what it is all about, right?
I am sick. Head cold, nothing serious. Little Sprout has been throwing up since around 6 pm. This makes it very serious. I am sick, and as whiny as it sounds, I don't want to spend the rest of the night cleaning up puke. Mr. Barefoot has to go to work in the am, though, so I am on duty for the duration.
I hope we both get over this crud really soon, or there may be issues. Poor Little Sprout, never being really sick before, doesn't know what to do. She knows she doesn't feel good, but she seems so confused and frightened by the whole experience. It is bringing back memories of when Big Sprout was young and used to get sick. We would sleep on towels on the living room floor with a bucket next to us. Not good for a restful night's sleep, but it made her feel better.
I am thinking that I am too old to do that again, so Little Sprout has been told that this is the last time she is allowed to be ill until she is old enough to handle it by herself.
I sure hope she listens....