not the monday i had planned

i have been sitting in the same hard rocking chair for the past five hours.  it has to be the most uncomfortable rocking chair on earth.  i am listening to the twangy twang twang of 80's, 90's and early 2000's country.  my ears are not bleeding...yet.  there are half drank bottles of gaterade and 7up in the no-food-zone.  i haven't wanted to change a bit of it.   

in the wee hours of the morning nadia woke me up by gently shaking me to tell me she threw up.  such sad, sad, loaded words.  she lead me to the bathroom where she had smartly barfed in the toilet.  i laid the requisite towel across her pillow, gave her a bowl and rubber her belly.  when her lids started to sag i went back to bed to figure out how to juggle the day if her dinner made another reappearance...

it did.  repeatedly.  like 15 times...

i could have used this time catching up on some work that i need to get done or uploading pictures from king arthurs quest, or finishing the banner that my dad requested, cleaned up a little... i probably should have done those things but...

all she wants is for me to hold her and so that is what i am doing.  i wouldn't wish for her to be sick.  especially since it sounds like she is an old beat up farm truck horkin up a squawking turkey.  seriously, if you have ever heard one- and i have not except in my sleep deprived mind - you would agree.
i really wouldn't wish that on anyone, but i have SO enjoyed snuggling my nani-b.

and to think of it, i wouldn't have planned a different monday at all.   

nadia- bpf (before puke fest, that is)