Spit Happens.

And how.

Yesterday was a very productive day. If you think getting sick repeatedly is progress of some sort. Kaila was somewhat weepy during our tour de Detroit. Because she had no symptoms, we chalked it up to being a preschooler, being a girl and/or being depressed about our impending move or Madan's move into Kindergarten. Made sense, right?

Wrong. Whoops.

She woke up at 9am yesterday, couldn't walk, refused all food and drink and promptly went back to sleep. I called the doctor. En route to the office, another symptom spewed forth upon the carseat.

Crap. I stopped the car. Luckily, I had some jackets and sweatshirts stashed in the back. Those would have to do. First up, Madan's Gap hoodie. For the record, great absorbency! On deck was Mike's golf pullover with some random corporate logo on it. I prayed it wouldn't go further than that. The only "rag" I had left was my lululemon jacket. Christ. I loved my daughter, but I wasn't about to throw lulu into Mount Vesuvius. I debated ripping the shirt off my back and traveling topless to the doctor's office. Luckily, the eruption stopped long enough to hightail it into Pediatric Care and get a bucket. We even made it home unscathed.

Kaila asked if she could play with her pretty pony in bed. Sure, why not? Suddenly, gurgle, gurgle, Old Faithful was heating up. BLURB! Oh, hello Jello! Pretty Pony wasn't so pretty anymore. Neither was my little girl. Time to hit the showers!

The good news -- there's always a silver lining, right? -- is that all my wash is done, my car is now spotless and my house is in a constant state of sanitization. I haven't cleaned this much since, well, never.