Happy birthday to me

My day started perfectly with a neighbour driving Moki to the daycare and J, Bibbo and me having a lovely breakfast outside. I planned to spend the rest of the day walking around the centre, reading and having coffee in the sun. Unfortunately, around 10:30 I got a call from Moki's daycare to pick her up because she's been sick. Just at the thought of that, as a very empathic mother, I started feeling queasy myself. J picked Moki up and I rushed home where my empathy reached the highest peak when I started throwing up as well (goodbye overly expensive breakfast!). So we spent the rest of the day so far watching Shrek, puking, eating salty pretzels and sleeping, which is really not an entirely horrible way to spend a birthday, I guess.