I had grand plans for the day.
Two kids in school, dog finally potty trained. I was gonna hit up Subway for s0me breakfast (it’s so money), maybe drop into Target, get more of those slippers that people wear in public as shoes, come home and clean my carpet with my new carpet cleaner (it has like 70 rocket powered spinning brushes!)… I don’t know, the world is my (only one kid to cart around) oyster, ya know?
Then, Jude started vomiting at 4am.
Sigh, rubber sheets and ginger ale it is.