Best Part of the Day - Erik took Quinn to soccer and unlike (ahem) two weeks ago it was a smooth operation getting them out the door (even when Erik informed me at the last minute that he had to go the hospital after the game so Quinn would be staying with Chris and Ann. Huh - well, I ask him, did you pack extra shoes? Extra shirt? Extra everything ... nevermind, I'll just do it.) Still then Wes and I had a leisurely morning hanging out and hitting Group Power.
Worst Part of the Day - Erik left for a Bobcats game and I was readying the boyz for slumber time (and looking forward to some mind-numbing television). At approximately 6:45 p.m. Quinn came into the office and said "uh oh. Tummy hurts" and then projectile vomited up all the shells from his mac n' cheese dinner. I rush him upstairs. He vomits off and on until roughly 11:30 p.m. I change clothes three times. I do one load of laundry. I collapse in bed still smelling vomit on myself (despite a thorough cleaning).
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