I just came out of a 24-hour nightmare of...well, let's just say "gut trouble which covered all the stomach/intestinal bases." I can only blame my lovingly prepared dinner from last night. It was promising--enough so that I even snapped a picture of it before putting it in the oven (OK, I snap pictures of EVERYTHING, so that in itself is no real indicator).But somewhere between there and dinnertime, SOMETHING WENT HORRIBLY WRONG. Alex got a symptom--I'll call it, um, euphemism--right after dinner, and he was done with it by bedtime. Mine kicked in around bedtime, and stayed with me for most of today, and involved extra symptoms. Bella ate very little, and didn't get sick at all, although she did poop three times today, which for her is significant.
I washed everything...except the carrots, which I'd picked up, to save time, in the "pre-cut, -peeled, and -washed" package. So, yeah. I'm blaming the carrots.
And I still have what looks like forty bazillion soap orders to go to the P.O. I need a pack mule and a personal assistant. And some Phenergan.
Need to vent your spleen? Do it at The Queen's Place, courtesy of dee-LIGHT-ful Concerned Feminist "Anne." Seriously--is there ANY area of life in which women do not tear at each other; nothing over which we can't become a cohesive community? It's head-bangingly frustrating, really. We can't be okay about any decision we make, from working/staying home to breastfeeding/formula feeding to co-sleeping/"cry it out"...do we really hate each other so much, or do we hate and doubt ourselves? Ugh. Be sure to pause long enough to admire The Queen's highly-desirable husband, The Kaiser, in the comments.
Just need a diversion? You can always "TILT" with Michelle and Lisa. They have some good ones up this week.
Oh, and psssst...was that Darla on "CSI" tonight? I think it was!