I don’t feel so good

So I’m supposed to go swimsuit shopping tonight, which is frightening enough as it is, but of course Auggie just took the liberty of throwing up all over himself about an hour ago. I’m very proud of myself, though. I remained calm, I took him into the laundry room and stripped him down, threw his shoes and shoelaces in the washing machine and took him up for a bath.

I’m hoping that this was just an isolated incident, but his general malaise, lack of appetite and 100.4 degree temp have me more than a little worried.

Hey, if I can be vomited on repeatedly and still keep it together, surely I can hold up while looking at myself practically naked in swimsuits under unflattering department store fitting room lights, right?