Myles' daycare called. Vomit, 103-degree temperature, and crankiness...and my resulting mommy guilt. The doctor has no more appointments today so we were directed to the emergency room. Should be almost as fun as sitting out in the rain watching Sam half-heartedly play soccer (an activity about which I now wonder "what were we thinking?").
Further exploring of the crap that is my life postponed until further notice. It's just depressing.
Wanna place your bets as to whether it's another ear infection or he caught his brother's strep throat?