Karma Alert, Karma Alert, Karma Alert

Oh for the love of God.....Owen and I are home sick today.  If this fucks with Milktoast and the Vertebrats this weekend I'll...I'll.....I'll....uh need more antidepressants I guess.  I assume we'll be o.k....I'm feeling better than I was this morning and Owen is pretty perky....so as long as Owen is o.k. on Friday we're good to go....I'd drag myself there no matter what.....

I don't think I was the best mother when I realized Owen was getting sick.  For a couple of days he's been complaining about food not tasting right so I should have known.  I just said, "OH, you HAVE to be o.k. for Friday night with Daddy and Adam Schmitt."  He looked pathetic (which he is good at I might note) and said, "well, what will happen if I'm sick?"  I thought about it and said, "well.....SOMEbody will stay with you."  How's that for motherly tenderness?  HA!  Then he asked what would happen if he was REALLY sick and I started feeling guilty so I said that of course I would stay with him if he were REALLY sick....

He would have to be AWFULLY sick though.....sweet pea or no.....