6 o'clock this morning I woke to Sophie throwing up in her bed, it was so sad. When I was cleaning her bedding the washer decided to stop, mid cycle. While 
I was scooping out water and ringing out barf bedding, I couldn't help but be happy that these were my problems today. 5 months ago, I would have given ANYTHING for these things to occupy my day. Instead, I was going crazy with ER/ doctor visits trying to get John on the right medication remedy. I can't express how grateful I am for the peace in my life these days. I can handle barf, and washer problems:)