DJ came downstairs at about 3am, knocked on our door, and declared her tummy hurt. We had her lay down on the couch, but were awoken to the sound of her being sick in our bathroom. Oh, joy!
Garbanzo got up to check on her. “She looks like hell” was his assessment. He went to school, and I wondered what crack he had been smoking when he woke up. DJ was up and chattering like crazy by 8am. She was begging for food about 8:30. And by 10am, I was wondering why she was not at school.
After 3 hours of Sponge Bob Square Pants, I decided to teach her to knit in hopes of her getting her to do something else. What I discovered was she can do two things at once. She’s very proud of her progress on her scarf. She’s doing pretty good so far. I started her with 10 stitches, and she had 18 stitches the last time I counted. Not bad. I expected loss of stitches not that large of a gain.
All I know is that she’s going to school tomorrow. And I will be free of Sponge Bob.