What a day...

Sunday was a little stressful for us.  Julio's been sick for the past week with a bad cough.  He'd been vomiting as well.  On Sunday he had blood in his vomit.  His doctor recommended we go to the ER.  The ER doc said his esophagus was irritated and he should be fine, but that he had bronchitis.  She wrote a script for an antibiotic and cough medicine.  We had made plans to watch the superbowl at someone's house and throughout this ordeal that's all the kids could talk about.  I didn't want them to miss out on a chance to see their friends so we went.  I made sure Julio was ok and made sure we didn't stay too long.  By the time we got home it was the last quater.  Julian was so excited and certain the Patriots would win.  I couldn't believe his reaction when they lost.  He burst into tears saying he would never watch football again.  Nothing we said made him feel any better and he didn't get to sleep until 11:30.  Madeleine had a hard time falling asleep as well that night and I soon found out why.  She hadn't eaten much for dinner that night thank goodness because she vomited as well. 

Everyone here is now on the up and up, but that was a draining day for me.  My only consolation that day was concerning the Superbowl commercials. The GoDaddy.com people had enough decency to direct people to it's website for their sexist trash and not into homes where everyone's gathered around the TV.  There's enough junk out there that my son can be exposed to that tries to tell him women are sex objects.  Oh...and Tom Petty was great!