Literally. As in, this morning, a nasty headache took over my life and I puked and I blame the heat. It is, after all, about 138 degrees today. You think I’m exaggerating? I would never exaggerate.

Anyway, puking when you have a little jobber is NO fun. Let’s just leave it at that.

And now, not only do I feel like crap but I’m on high-alert, watching for signs that Conal is feeling off. So, that’s my day. Headache, pukey-pukiness, hovering over toddler. Lovely.