I woke up at six this morning to the unpleasant sounds of Danika getting sick in her bed this morning. That would be the second time this school year of a kid starting their day with getting sick in their bed, Everett did the deed a few months earlier. That means once again the first hour of the day is spent cleaning up pajamas, bed sheets and stuffy friends while also trying to arrange for someone to take the healthy kid to school while I stay home with the sick one. This also means that what was going to be a day to really get ahead on client work and do some work on my other writing project (books, short story) has now been replaced by looking after sick child while squeezing in the must get done writing work. This is the fun in store for the parent that works from home and is 'flexible.'