[Warning!  This post contains content that some people might find icky.  If you've got a weak stomach, don't read.  Seriously]

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I was absolutely going to post yesterday.  I snapped a few pictures, I had a few thoughts composed.   All I wanted to do was to watch an episode of my show and then take care of everything around 9-9:30 last night.

Sometimes we don’t get to do the things that we want to do.

Around 8:30 or so, while I was watching TV.  I heard an odd coughing coming over the monitor, followed by crying.

Coughing isn’t all that unusual.  And I’ve heard worse crying coming from my daughter.   I don’t know if it was the combination of the two, or the pitch and substance of the crying, but I suddenly found myself running from the tv room up the stairs to to my child.

By the time I hit the upstairs, I already knew.  I could smell the sick.  And sure enough, she had been sick.

Everywhere.

Thursday nights are bad nights for this to happen this semester.  Not that there’s a good night for this to happen, but Thursdays are pretty bad.   AM’s classes go pretty late, and she usually doesn’t pull into the house until 10:00 or so.

So it was me, and kiddo, and sick.

At the time, I thought to myself:  things can’t get worse.

I quickly grabbed up my child and ran to the bathroom.  As I was stripping her down to prepare for a shower (there was no way she was going to let go of me for a bath), I discovered that it could, in fact, get worse.  She had also loaded up her diaper.

I managed to get her mostly cleaned off.  Like I said, she wouldn’t really let go, so there were some things I couldn’t take care of.

Now, I couldn’t clean up her crib as I couldn’t really put Micah down.  So I decided that the two of us would go downstairs and watch a little TV.  Hopefully she’d drift off and we’d be able to transfer her to a cleaned up bed at some point later in the evening.

About an hour later, things had settle down.  She’d stopped crying, and had settled down to doze fitfully on my chest.  I thought to myself, “It’s been gross, but we’re going to be ok.”

And that’s when she got sick again.

Copiously.

So we went backup to the shower, got rinsed off, got the crying mostly under control.

And it was that moment that I discovered that we were completely out of diapers upstairs.

Fortunately AM pulled up just as I was pulling out a new diaper from the package in the kitchen.  She took one look at us and held out her hands for her child.

The rest of the evening was devoted to various acts of cleaning as well as getting our child to bed.

So that’s why I didn’t post.