Pukefest '05, which began in Seattle last week with Bunny, has now made its way to Portland. I have not been...um...in a good way since 2:00AM and Wallie woke up about 10 minutes after I did and has been a non-stop-vomit machine ever since.
Even though it is Father's Day and we are supposed to be pampering him, J. is setting an example for all fathers everywhere reminding us why he is such a considerate husband (most of the time—heh) and such a loving father (all of the time).
Wallie has been tucked in his arms since the wee hours of the morning. He has gotten her through 5 changes of clothes and always makes sure she has a towel wrapped around her. He got Bunny up and dressed and breakfasted and took them off on a walk. Hopefully the fresh air will do Wallie some good. Today couldn't be more beautiful here. The sky is impossibly blue...
This. Sucks. I want to die. Every joint in my body hurts. My hair hurts. I have a fever. And the chills. At least the worst part is over, but all the while I was clutching the toilet, I kept thinking, "Who will make J. his breakfast in bed?"
J.—I am so sorry that this Father's Day was a total bust. I know you didn't ask for much, but I'm sure you didn't expect this.
I love you.
