I spent my night last night with a group of incredible ladies, eating too much delicious soup and salad and munchies, laughing and crying and talking. It was perfect.

Then I came home to a preschooler with a stomach bug, who slept beside me with an empty toy bucket to puke in and a pile of towels to sleep on.

You KNOW I shot up in bed every time he started with the puke-spit in his mouth, which was every couple of hours.

So, I’m gonna need a coffee drip.