And the hits just keep on comin'.

We awoke this morning to find poor Veronica, her bed, her teddy bear, and her blankets all covered in vomit. She has been sick all day. She seems to be able to keep liquids down but solids, not so much. She's eaten a little bit of banana and some toast, and most of it has stayed down. That being said, however, she doesn't have much of an appetite. At least she has a good several ounces of PediaLyte in her, thank god.

The good news in all this mess is that I have an interview tomorrow afternoon. Here's hoping Veronica is well enough to take to the babysitter's tomorrow, if only for the time it takes me to get ready and actually have the interview. Wish us all luck, we'll need it.

In the meantime, though, I hate seeing her like this. She's listless, she's cranky, she just wants to be held. And while I don't mind holding her, I just wish she felt better. It's awful to see your kid sick and not be able to do anything about it but wait it out. She's still in the middle of a long nap right now, so here's hoping she wakes up feeling much better.