Saturday night, no Sunday morning...

Well, it's 3:00 in the morning, and I am sitting here at my computer, bleary eyed, so tired, but alert to every sound my son makes. He woke up about an hour ago, and came into my bed where he promptly threw up all over it. I guess I was expecting it seeing as one of my dayhome girls was sick on Thursday, but you can always hope it will pass you by...he had a bath, which helped, but was sick again in the tub, so now he's back in bed, warm, dry, clean, but still feeling yucky. I myself so hate the flu so I feel so bad for him, but he's a trooper! Sigh...I guess I'll be visiting the laundromat tomorrow...my quilt is too big for my washing machine. Get better soon, my boy! I love you and am praying for you!