I got my little kid back from her Dad. She's sick. She's glorpy. Her nose is runny. Her eyes are itchy. She has a fever. She's twenty-seven different kinds of pitiful. She slept in the bed with me last night, and neither of us really slept well. But at least she had her Mommy. Sometimes, that's all it takes.
I had intended to go to work this week, but that's not going to happen now. Oh well.
So, now my little kid and I are watching Spy Kids while I get a little work done. She'll get better.