Decisions...

Decisions, decisions.

Do I string all gazillion stitches onto spare wool so DD17 can try on FIesta and ease her doubts about it's poncho shape? Or not?

Do I send DS14 to school despite his feeling lousy? I am thinking, "You can leave again if you throw up!!". Bad Mother. Bad. Don't you trust your son??! Well, yes I do; but there is also such a thing as wallowing in your misery until it's a self-fulfilling-prophecy-type-deal. (Syntax-Grammar ticket. Guilty. I'll pay.)