Perfect storm

My morning:

Bubba wakes up way too early and runs to the bathroom. Vomits like crazy. Says, "I feel much better" and goes back to bed.

I wake up right after, and was amazed that I didn't have anything to clean up (I really hate vomit more than anything else). Got a good enough migraine that I thought I might also be heading to Vomit Land. Interrupted such thoughts with the good old sumatriptan, instead.

Hung out and laid low. Called into work sick. School calls and says Bubba has no school. Rejoice that I don't have to play Vomit Roulette and send him to school.

Bubba did perfectly fine the rest of the day. Once I rested for a bit, so did I. Made Bubba and I a little breakfast ('cause migraines make you hungry...at least when you realize how long it's been since you've eaten).

Finally started working on my slides for the next big gig. Bubba, meanwhile enjoyed himself and read books and watched movies.

I'm just hoping they have school tomorrow. This snow day business is getting old really fast.