It is 8:17 in the morning and I am already done for the day.

I went to bed violently ill and in the middle of the night was woken from my sleep for an olympic puking session (sorry to get graphic; all complaints can be forwarded to my PR team). Falling back asleep, however, was pretty difficult since Yonah was also waking up every couple of hours with a fever. This morning, unfortunately, my nausea has not gone away and Yonah, having fever will not be going to gan.

I’ll tell you something: being sick like this sucks. But being sick and being home with a sick kid double sucks. I have been praying that someone miraculously show up to help me (Shuie has to go to school), but my friends in Ramat Eshkol have babies who I’m sure don’t need Yonah’s germs. Yonah is fussy as ever, the phone line at the doctor’s office is busy, busy, busy, and I don’t think I can do today myself. I have no idea what to do.