Last night’s grouchy post brought to you by the unknowing onset of violent illness.
At 3:00 a.m., I bolted out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom … and then got caught in a loop.
Jury’s still out on whether this is food poisoning or a stomach flu, but obviously I have my fingers crossed for the former. At least Adelaide isn’t going to catch food poisoning from last night’s goodnight cuddling.
Right now, I’m thankful for my parents (who’ve been entertaining Adelaide all day), sleep, and Gatorade.
Always keep an emergency stash of Gatorade in the house. Trust me on this one.