Billie Holiday sings the song "What A Difference A Day Makes." I know there are a lot of other versions out there, but hers is my favorite. I love it. Not only is it a beautiful song, it is also an honest portrayal of how quickly life moves. A reminder of how quickly life changes.
The last week has been absolute chaos. I enjoy change, but sometimes it is all a bit too much. Last Wednesday, James went out of town for work. It was one night, so I didn't think it would affect our lives too much. Thursday morning, Cullen was sick. I didn't know how sick he was until I drove all the way into town with him. While telling the director of his school that he wasn't entirely himself that morning, he threw up on me and her. Nothing like puke in your hair at 8am.
Of course, I couldn't call in sick to work, so I got to work from home while caring for a sick and cranky toddler. By Thursday afternoon, Cullen seemed to be doing a lot better, so we went to pick James up from our local Enterprise. On the way home, Cullen threw up again. In case you're curious, that would have been the third time in the car that day. I really appreciate all of the steps Britax took to make their car seats safe for my son, but I would LOVE to write a formal letter letting them know how insanely difficult it is to clean vomit out of each little crevice. Gross.