Then, out of nowhere, I was throwing up. Sick. So sick. Violently and frighteningly sick. Thank God Drew was here and able to take Tuesday off work to take care of Eleanor. I don't remember ever feeling so terrible. Technically I guess I had a 24 hour bug, since that's how long the horror lasted. (I'm being a little bit dramatic here, but it really was awful.) I've been frustrated yesterday & today because it's taking me so long to get my energy & strength back. It's slow going, but I'm getting there. I didn't exactly win any parenting awards yesterday, but we survived. Crackers? Check. Television? Check. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.