It's just not right.

At 6:45am this morning, I was awakened by the sound of Jack retching out his guts. Why is he sick again? Why does this stomach flu keep coming around, and why doesn't it show ANY signs of its arrival the night before? He was fine, I swear - FINE. He played outside all afternoon long, he delivered cookies to many neighbors, he was playing and dancing around the house, etc.

Even now, besides the puking every half hour, he's happy as can be, just larking away in his own room. I've got all the windows open all over the house, and everything is really as clean as it can be because I've worked hard on it all week. I can spray Lysol all I want, but I just think he's got to get over this little bug FOR REAL or nothing else will help.

But I'm so frustrated by the sickness.

A free day.

Though I wasn't scheduled for today, I had agreed to work for Kris this afternoon for a few hours so she could make it to her gymnastics meet. Of course, I had to call in early this morning and let Brett know that it wasn't going to happen due to Jack's being sick again.

So I have a sick child who is now napping away in his room, but it's a GLORIOUS day out today. A.J. asked to go outside a while ago, and he played happily on the swingset all by his lonesome for the better part of an hour. He pumped that swing so hard it looked like he'd fly away! I wish I could take him somewhere and do something fun, but I can't leave Jack.

He's going to help me finish baking the other two batches of cookies in a bit. I don't know what we'll do after that. He's such a reader, and his favorite thing right now is to curl up in a Star Wars book and just read away in his room in the quiet, so I imagine he'll do some of that today as well. And whenever the neighbor kids all start coming out, he'll probably head back outdoors for a few hours.

What should I do with myself in the meantime? I need some projects. There's always scrapbooking, and I might do some, but I'm not completely "feeling" it, either. I'm kinda feeling like beginning my reread of all six Harry Potter books. Or maybe watching the movies. But then again, it feels like I should save that stuff for rainy days later on. Hrmmm...

Fie!

Curse the universe that leaves me without a tomato when I want to make BLTs for lunch!

Poor Jackson.

He finally ate some crackers around 5:45pm, and he fell asleep for a few hours right afterwards. And now he's thrown them up spectacularly.

My poor Jack-a-roo. :-(