But on the bright side...

I think I'm getting a sew day tomorrow!

I left to pick Daniel up at the usual time this afternoon, 2:30, and spent no more than a couple of minutes in the parking lot trying to get together a packet of materials for Daffodil Days to post in the coat room at preschool. I walked in at 2:40 to find poor Boyfriend on the futon in the Quiet Room, a bucket at his side. "You okay, buddy?" "My forehead hurts." *cough* *cough* "Alright, pal, let's go home. "'kay." *cough* *cough* *cough* "Can you get your boots on, and your coat? I'll carry the rest and we'll go home and put in a movie." "No, I..." *cough* *cough* *cough* *spewwwwww* (Down my coat, his shirt, my shirt, my jeans. I mean, if you're gonna toss your Lunchable, go all out, right?) T-shirt change, coat on (his), boots on, and out to the car. I went back in to get my pukey coat, his pukey backpack, his pukey snowpants the rest of our things and drove the 4 minutes home. He was asleep half-way home. I left him in his booster while I ran in, changed into a clean shirt and put the Feel Better quilt on the couch and a bathmat on the floor beside it. Him on the couch, coats in the washer. Poor baby. He's quickly returning to his cranky self ("Beanie, get offa me!" "Turn that light off!" "Toooooori! Don't!") but I think we'll take a personal day from preschool tomorrow.

And as I said, on the bright side, I might get a sewing day tomorrow. And my coat's clean! Yeah!