Last night Benny spent his 3rd night throwing up in his sleep. It wasn't too bad last night- just one stomach emptying episode. I stayed up and sat by his crib again, nervous and paranoid that he was going to drown. Super mom suggested the retrovirus.. I think it makes kids grow sweet moustaches and try to dance disco. That was stupid.. I know. I'm a zombie.
So no running today. I would normally take Ben to the gym and drop him in day care while I ran the treadmill but he shouldn't be a typhoid Mary to other children. Life steps in and probably will be the best thing for my running.