Mostly about the word "barf"

Completely lacking in desire to write anything more than I have already written today (which was a five minute letter to one of my best friends), I am totally cheater-pantsing it and mostly just posting here the letter I wrote to her. So now you can get your Jeanna news via Sariah!

Dear Sariah,

Today Addra had a fever all day. Actually, I think it started last night.* Which, now that I think of it, is not such good news for me since I slept with her a good part of the night. She wasn’t sleeping well, and so I went to go settle her into bed and then had to stay with her foreeeever. So she breathed all over me and blah blah blah. Now today she’s had a fever all day and about an hour ago she barfed all over her bed. Ah, good times.

Have I mentioned lately how grateful I am for washing machines?

But on a serious note, I’m even more grateful for my amazing hubby who held Addra as she fell asleep, held her again later for most of the day, and held her (and a bowl) while she barfed.

Have I also mentioned lately that I just think the word “barf” is way better than “vomit” or “throw up”? There’s just something so delightfully immature about saying “barf.”

Anyway, we’re planning a small trip later this week, and so I hope that Addra gets better quickly and no one else gets sick. Otherwise, three hours on a bus to NYC is probably not going to be the best plan ever. Given the need for easy access to a bathroom when you’re barfing. Ahem, I mean vomiting.

In the meantime, however, despite the short “episode,” Addra has not been particularly miserable, just a little glassy eyed and sleepy. So I’m glad of that.

It is now 9:46. My eyes are screaming at me, and I still don’t really want to go to bed. Even though I definitely should. Blech. It seems, perhaps, a bit hypocritical of me to pray not to get sick and then to stay up later than I should. Double blech. I suppose I shall go to bed soon.

I hope you are doing well and that your cutie patooties are all doing well too!

Love you,

Jeanna

*Unfortunately, I didn’t realize this meant she was sick at the time, and so I took her to church anyway. I hope no one from the nursery prays for lightning to strike our family for getting anyone else sick.