My pissyness started yesterday morning.
I woke up , had my coffee, and started getting ready for the day at my usual 530AM.
I am actually AHEAD of schedule yesterday morning and proud of myself. I get little Bean some breakfast made and go to wake her up as Ian is getting out of the shower.
I go into her room to find that she has puked in the night and slept in it for god knows how long.
I feel terrible. I didnt even hear her.
Normally, I can hear her cough.
So I get her out of bed, wrap her in a clean blanket and get to the couch to only learn that any movement makes her belly react again......and again...

Poor baby.
She is so sick she wont even talk. She is just laying in my arms looking at me. Sort of yellow faced, half awake, and just feeling miserable.
She was FINE Thursday night. So, Im thinking.. ( crap she got the flu) because it just came on TOO quick to be anything else.
So I take her to the sink, get a wash cloth and just wipe her down.. and daddy comes out of the bedroom.
He sees what I am doing and asks if she is ok.
I say " No. She threw up last night, has no fever, so I am thinking she might have a flu or something.."
He says " No. It is food poisoning."
Uh.. What?
" Yeah. I took her to KFC last night. "
HERE is where I get pissed.
We dont eat that ****. She has NEVER eaten there. She does NOT eat fast food. Her little body cant handle it, and she is still growing for christs sake.
He said that she was hungry, so he thought a fast meal was cheaper there then going to the store.
I dont think I said much to him. And I could tell he felt bad. But.. damnit.
I had to miss a whole day of work , reschedule on a client that I rescheduled on LAST VISIT because she was sick then too... all because he didnt want to take the time to go to the grocery store and get her a good snack. WTF?
So, needless to say, she spent the whole day yesterday puking.. french fries, in perfect condition.
Her poop was so watery that I had to leave her in the tub for a while.
I could even see pieces of the chicken she ate, and I can tell you that she didnt like it.. because she didnt eat much, AND she didnt chew well.
I had her sleep with me last night

The first time in her LIFE that she slept with me.
oooooo I have to be careful.
I loved that. And if I do it too much, she will want to always sleep in my bed.
But.. (sigh) that was almost worth it.