ok, so davey's sickness wasn't as short-lived as i thought. his fever came back full force at around 5am, and the poor little dude went to the most comfortable puking-grounds he could find. my bed.
eeeeeeeew.
it's so hard not to scream at moments like that, waking up to a red faced little boy barfing up chocolate cake onto the sheets next to me. but of course i couldn't be mad. disgusted, yes. but not mad. sleep deprived, yes. but no, not mad.
now i have a bit of a fever, i'm hella tired and i feel like crap, and i could be mad about that, too, but...*supressing...rage* i'm not. so thank you, davey, thank you for spreading the love.
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FUUUUUUUUUUCK...
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