I was supposed to chaperone a field trip for The Enigma’s class to see Charlotte’s Web in true “good mom” form. I asked The Husband to take off today, so that all the other spawn could be herded accordingly and I was looking forward to some quality time with The Enigma. I was sadly awakened at 4am by because his tummy hurt

So, yes, I gave him papaya pills, the intestinal cure-all, and I went back to bed thinking, “this isn’t good.” Suffice it to say, we are not on that field trip because of the potential risk for a gross manifestation of tummy illness. Gack. He couldn’t eat breakfast this morning and now we are still waiting to see what road this illness takes and whether I get an irate phone call from a teacher accusing me of ruining her life by leaving her stranded with all of those kids, all by herself.

If its any consolation, he’s now alternating between being hungry and not wanting to eat, lest he blow his “I’m too sick to go to school” cover.

On a completely unrelated note, I’m still recovering from an “intimate” get-together of 8 adults and 10 children (in addition to my own masses of walking/talking flesh) this weekend. To my darling A Hippy Chick, I hope you had a fantastic birthday, puke and all.

And finally, y’all have only 5 days to post your condom stories for my fabulous sex cack kit.

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