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" I woke up this morning to the sound of my son throwing up. I actually shouted out loud &amp;quot;NO! Not today!! Not now!! Noooo!!!&amp;quot; And then poor David turned his feverish, shaking head to me and apologized for making me mad by throwing up. Yeah, that&amp;#039;s me, mother of the year. I reassured him as I cleaned him up that I wasn&amp;#039;t mad at him. But I was mad. Today is my office Christmas party. They hold it off-site at a gorgeous venue in the afternoon. The food is top-notch and they give out amazing door prizes like iPads and Visa gift cards and airline ticket vouchers. But here I am with no other option but to stay home with David today, since Peter lives too far away to help me.  I washed the sheets, hand washed my comforter in the bathtub, then came downstairs to find that the cat had decided the living room was her personal litterbox for some reason. Once I got it all cleaned up, I was really feeling down and angry about the unfairness of it all. Why me? Then I turned on the TV, and saw the news about the school shooting in Connecticut. Suddenly, perspective landed on me with the weight of the weary world and I&amp;#039;m insanely grateful that my son is beside me on the couch, barfing or not. In fact, I&amp;#039;m fighting the impulse to go and get his sister out of school early so I can hold her, too.  There won&amp;#039;t be much of a Merry Christmas in that town for years to come, I&amp;#039;m sure. My heart, and my prayers go out to those families and all who love and support them. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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