Doing Shots & Throwing Up ~ Our Wild Fri Night..

And you and I both know it had nothing to do with bar hopping, right?

The past few days I've been coming down with a cold/tummy bug courtesy of DH (who has been down for the count for the last week). Come to find out, I'm not alone. At 8:30 Friday night, Little J was in my arms fast asleep. After being put to bed, worn out, not feeling well-me was on a mission: Hop in my comfiest, softest jammies and do a shot..

Yep, NyQuil.

Snuggled in, I was all about drifting off to sleep watching Apolo. A good night of sleep was just what the doctor ordered.. but JuneBug didn't get that memo.

I first heard her coughing on the monitor. I thought, "Dang it.. here she goes getting sick again.." and then she starts to cry. Weird. I go to her room to make sure she's okay.. low and behold what do I discover? Barf.

Everywhere.

I would be crying, too. Poor little Boo.

DH got cracking on bedding clean up while we hit the shower. I had no idea how impossible it was to get barf out of hair. Blech. An hour later, a squeaky clean JuneBug was fast asleep in her clean bed. Sweet relief.

Messy? Yes. But no hangover, right?