Slow day

Ash is sick today. She woke me in the night to say that she had thrown up. She isn't my best throw-upper. She keeps coming to me with her hands over her mouth and then it explodes everywhere, even up her nose. I have given her a bowl, but she still comes to me. It makes a lot of loads of laundry when you have a sick kid. We have already been through several pairs of pjs, lots of towels, and thank goodness my friend Holley has a carpet cleaner! I've put that to good use--it is keeping me sane.

Tomorrow I have to decide whether to go to a feng shui lecture in my interior design class or to a three hour training meeting for our stake pioneer trek. That would be fun, too, I just wish I didn't have to miss class. What to do?