Wednesday, January 5, 2011

365/5 Under the weather

I got a call from the school this afternoon. “We have your daughter in the office, she is throwing up in the trash can and is not the color of a human being. Could you come pick her up please?”  When I arrived with the little girls in tow MJ was as pale as a ghost and looking miserable.  When we got home she went to bed and slept most all afternoon and is still asleep as I write this. Whatever she has I hope it is swift and stays with her.  I really don’t want the little girls getting this. (I think it is out of my hand a bit though.)

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