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Tuesday, March 30, 2004 Family

Hi! My name is Mindy, and I’ll be your coward tonight.

I hear coughing down the hall, and I know exactly what it is. It’s Logan, saying hello to his lunch. We all said hello to his dinner earlier tonight, and I just knew there would be several more acts to follow.

After a 13-hour day, on the last full day before I deliver this project, I came home, went through the motions of not eating dinner, soothed the children, dressed them for bed, settled in with them to watch The Little Mermaid, and… three… two… one… YAK.

Logan was throwing up all over the bed. And the mattress, and the box spring, and the unfinished pine bed frame, and the floor, and the laundry basket. I raced around to his side and held him as he did it all over again, on the rest of the floor, on my feet, on my ankles, and on my jammies.

I was pretty sure we had it all cleaned up (with the mattress and box springs on end across the room, 409 and Fabreez standing sentinel), but now that I am sitting a room away and can still smell it, I am sure I will be changing into different jammies any moment now. In fact, I may even sleep here with Daphne. Gil can fend for himself.

Later, I asked Dylan how HE was feeling, and he said, “Good, because I like when you’re home.” That’s the stuff.

So I finally wandered out to the kitchen at about 10 o’clock, and as I was standing there gazing aimlessly into the fridge, Gil walked by and said, “Oh, your doctor’s office called to remind you of your appointment at 9 a.m., and remember, you have to fast for 12 hours beforehand!”

[Refrigerator door slamming] Shit.