At some point this morning my youngest developed a fever and started vomiting. I ran to the store for a few things and when I came back he was moaning on the floor.
K started giving me crap about going out and leaving her alone with all the kids and one sick one. Then threw in a snarky comment about how she is alone every night anyway, even when I am here.
The really sad part is whether I live here or not, had plans or not, she thought I would leave her alone with a vomiting 7 year old. I just wouldn't. Not only because she might need my help, but my son might want his daddy.