A night on the bathroom floor

I acquired a stomach virus that Juliet brought home with her, and haven't been this miserably sick in years. I am finally able to hold down small amounts of liquid but feel horribly weak and achy after several hours of vomiting and fever.

I think I will never grow old enough to stop missing my mom when I'm sick. I want her to walk through the door, put me in bed with a cool cloth on my forehead, and take care of me until I'm better. Gary did an excellent job standing in, and between him, my sister, and our new babysitter, we are all surviving. But I still miss my mom.