Things Happen in Threes, not Fours, Right??

Ok, so the last number of hours have not been the greatest...and I don't know which is the worst:

• I learned from Imagine that (at least) one family who was in court in Ethiopia today, with the same document/date/statutory declaration issue that we have, did not pass court.  This makes the likelihood of our passing next Friday fairly remote.  Sigh.

• About forty-five minutes ago, just as I was about to collapse into bed at a way-too-late 12:30am, I heard a strange but oh-too-familiar sound coming from Matthew's bedroom.  Sure enough, by the time I arrived in his room, there was delightfully-red-coloured vomit all over his bed sheets, pillow and blanket.  It smelled something fierce.  Oh please, oh please, don't be the stomach flu...just be a little upset tummy from a not-so-healthy, Costco-hot-dog-and-frutopia dinner (I know, I know - I should have cooked at home, ok?!) tonight.  Please.  'Cause if it's more than a little tummy upset, you know what I'm going to be doing on route to London and Addis in a couple of days. Yeah, that's going to be fun.  Sigh.

• I feel the beginnings of a zit on my chin.  One of those glacier-like, thus-far-hidden-mostly-under-the-surface ones that's bound to make an ugly appearance just in time for court.  I don't get acne very often (one of the benefits of hormonal changes during pregnancy); in fact, I can't even remember the last time one 'popped' up...and it chooses now to make an appearance?  You've got to be kidding me.  Before I can finally sink into my bed, I need to dig up my tea tree oil, in the (faint) hope that a generous application of it to my chin will prevent the dreaded just-in-time-for-court facial pepperoni.  Otherwise, the angry lump on my face will just have to coordinate with the red corduroy jacket that I'll be wearing to court.  Sigh.