The Intuitive Edge, or, Sick at 11:00 p.m.

I sat bolt upright in bed last night about 11:00 p.m. and just knew that something had gone terribly wrong in the girls' room. I opened their door and there was Ellie, bewildered, sobbing, sick. I loaded her into the bathroom with Hubby Hub for stripdown and a bath, took apart her bed, and started the washing machine. Two sets of pajamas (hers and mine) and another changed bed later she finally felt well enough to fall asleep with us around 2:00 a.m. It is so hard to be shh-shh and patient and it's okay when every bone in your body is screaming, THIS IS SOMEONE ELSE'S VOMIT ALL OVER YOU and the only thing you want to do is tear off your own soiled jammies and stand under the shower for 20 minutes. But, as we always say around here, if you didn't sign up to wipe asses, you shouldn't have had kids.