This morning, I got Grace out of bed, and she commented that her “tummy hurt because she stayed in bed the whole time.” Right. She made a similar comment to my sister. Usually she complains that her back hurts (she may have heard that before from a maternal parent) so I didn’t give it much weight.
I was wrong. Luckily, she emptied the contents of her hurting tummy before she ate breakfast. Unluckily for my sister, she was fixing her own breakfast while standing right next to Grace. Sorry for any lost appetites.
Grace’s wildest dreams then came true in the form of lots of TV watching. I normally limit TV and screen time for her, but hey, she’s sick and it’s virtually the only way she will keep still. Plus, I really hadn’t planned on cleaning vomit out of the carpet today, so it’s kind of imperative that she is not bouncing all over the place. Naturally, today would be the day the Internet went on the fritz. Netflix, where are you when I need you? PBS to the (kind of) rescue! (Related: Barney is as annoying now as he was twenty years ago – even Grace realizes it based on the amount of times she’s asked for George.)
On the plus side, I’m finally using the new post feature on my phone app. So there’s that. If you need me, I’ll be popping some vitamin C with my coffee, running down my phone battery, and trying in vain to get Netflix to play Curious George per the sickie’s request.