Bleah

Julie's still sick. I have dropped off Lyla at daycare the past two days. The issue is that daycare opens at the exact time when I'm expected at school. Between the two locations is a 32-minute drive. Luckily I don't have a first period class.

Yesterday when I dropped off Lyla, she wrapped her legs and arms around me when I tried to pass her to her teacher. "Dada! Dada!" she said, panicked and red-faced. It sucked. Today was a little better.

Julie feels awful, though. This particular stomach flu or whatever it is seems like a completely miserable experience. I'm thinking it's just a matter of time before I come down with it too. I feel sick about the prospect of feeling sick. Bleah.