The pixie has been sick. Vomited twice in her bed fairly early on last night, and a few more times into a bucket while laying on the couch much later last night, and has spent the day laying on the couch sleeping and watching stuff, and vomiting at random points. Only once did she get any on the couch, and even then, it wasn't much. All over herself, on the other hand...yeah.
She's already gotten her bed again tonight. And the sleeve of the last clean, dry nightgown. There are more in the wash, but I'm not whereabouts in the cycle they are. She's currently in a school dress she wore last Wednesday, since that's what I found on short notice.
I absolutely hate it when the kids are sick. It's emotionally rough, since I'd rather be sick than watch them suffer, and physically demanding jumping around to make sure they hit the bucket when they lose what little they've managed to put in their stomach. Given that I spent until two this morning sitting up with her*, I'm inclined to lay down on the couch and conk out for a while, until the next time she needs cleaned up.
*My wonderful husband got up with the kids this morning, despite having migraine level pain with a sinus headache, and let me sleep until my need to take care of my sick baby woke me up.
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