Nevermind, for now.

Last night Henry turned into the girl from the Excorcist, at least in terms of vomit. He was much sweeter. This morning, instead of stressing about all that packing I was stressing about last night pre-midnight, I got to run around in a sleepless haze gathering BRATS foods and canceling flights, rental cars, nannies, appointments.... Now we are in bed, trying to keep down fluids. Yes universe, I hear you laughing. Ha ha, I had plans. Phhhhfffft on you too.