was stomped on at 3am this morning when Makenna started throwing up.
We had planned a fun weekend in the city. Without the kids.
Don't get me wrong...I feel so bad for my Kenna. I HATE seeing her sick. But this weekend? Really?
Actually, Richard said that I jinxed it last night at dinner. We were talking about the fun things we were going to do and I said...I bet the kids wake up sick tomorrow.
Boy was I right.
