First he is off to Europe for a few days and then he flies directly to California coming back on the eve of my birthday/mother's day. His leaving in general sucks, but this time I have a feeling it's going to suck just a little bit more.
Of course today, of all days, my little man woke up with the stomach flu. At first we thought it was just a fluke and then we very quickly learned that he was, in fact, one sick puppy. To make things worse I now have the distinct impression that I too am about to fall victim (that or I am being completely, freakishly paranoid.) I realize that I shouldn't complain, single mothers deal with this everyday (as a total aside I would like to give a big congrats to Sandra Bullock) but I'm just wishing that this stomach bug could have timed itself a little more appropriately. Like maybe when I am the one leaving the country? Yeah, yeah, add it to the Christmas list.
So while I have much to discuss, including an awesome event I attended yesterday at Isis Parenting, I'm afraid I have an even bigger load of laundry looking at me. That and a date with a big bottle of Lysol.
We're (meaning me, remember I'm solo now) are hoping for a quick recovery and I'll spill all the dish on the event I attended, and my new favorite thing/birthday present just as soon I disinfect every inch of this house. Oh, it's going to be a long week.