Of Vomit and Loft Beds
Friday was Valentine's Day. A day of lovers, chocolate, flowers and cards. We were so invested in the sentiment of this day that I fell asleep watching the olympics - possibly skating. I don't really remember since my eyes kept closing. I was pretty wiped out and went to bed earlier than usual, leaving my valentine to look after my usual evening tasks of loading the dishwasher, cleaning the kitchen and feeding the cat. I'm such a romantic... Laura woke me up at some point in the night to let me know that our oldest had thrown up. Both our