If it's not one thing....

...it's another. Amelia has been sick for the last few days and hasn't been able to keep anything down. So finally, at my wits end and totally afraid that she was severely dehydrated, I took her to the Acute Care Clinic for some help. They brushed off my concerns over her being dehydrated and gave her some anti-nausea medicine that made her promptly visit the sink (there wasn't a toilet close enough). She barely had it down but apparently enough got down to do it's magic. She started feeling better and was able to start keeping Gatorade and Sprite down (our own little concoction for an upset tummy). The next morning she got up and drank a whole cup without any prodding from me. I knew she was on the mend. Then about an hour later, Lily decided to lay down on the couch with Amelia's blanket and accidentally rolled off and busted her lip on the floor. And she busted it good. I was debating taking her to the Acute Care Clinic (where I was the day before) but decided against it when my friend here told me about her son doing the same thing (only much worse) and they told her they don't do anything for it and it will heal on it's own in time. So all this is going on as I am trying to get the house clean and organized since I am going to be gone for about 3 1/2 days. There are still so many things to do. So many things to clean. So many things to make sure I pack. And big things like this keep happening that I just simply can't ignore.