BabyGirl threw up again this morning. She got up at 6:30 (again) and I let her watch Higglytown Heros before it was time to eat breakfast. She drank a little milk and laid down in the floor. A few minutes later she said she felt sick again so I took her to the bathroom. Nothing happened, but she wanted to go to bed. I was fighting with an unbalanced load in the washer so I didn't hear her getting sick...now I have to take the down comforter into the laundry mat. No school today. But she seems to be feeling better now...
I have an OB/GYN appt. tomorrow. Wonder what the weight gain will be this time? I can't seem to stay out of the pantry...maybe B.B. the hobbit is rubbing off on me. Oh, there are some slightly stale purple Peeps hiding in there! I think I hear something...wait...listen...can you hear that? They're cheeping, "Farm Wife...Farm Wife...come eat us...quickly..." Can't argue with that! Besides, I think Bitsy wants some too.
I made biscuits and gravy for dinner Saturday night. But B.B. ate "bigots & grape-ee."
***9:30...if she hadn't thrown up this morning, I'd be packing that hyper little butt of to school right now! How can you go from being near death, hugging the trash can, to leaping off the back of the couch and screaming, "Save me Spider-Man!" 2 hours later?
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Haha, I love the Spider-Man episode! I know this kind of feeling with my man : he wakes up "aah, my back hurts so much, can't move" so I press him a fresh orange juice, make and serve him his coffee, he complains for an hour or so and then, paf! He starts working on his computer!
I would to be able to send him to school sometimes...
No just kidding, he hated school.
Anyway, what I am complaining about ? I know very well that I'll serve him his coffee and orange juice everyday, no matter what. And I'll have time enough complaining once we have kids, so for now I'll just wish much courage with your "hyper little butt", hope she's calmed down a bit but still feeling better though. And I really hope she'll wake up a wee bit later tomorrow.
Enjoy the purple Peeps!
Robbie was the same way when his fever broke last week. One minute as limp as a dishrag...the next up and ready to take on the world.
It always amazes me how kids go from one extreme to another. If only I could rebound that way.
Good Lord, what is in the meds.. I may need to take me some of those. I wish it was that easy...I threw up yesterday and wanted to put up black curtains in the room and die a slow agonizing death in my bed yesterday. Guess what the world went on with out me. NOT FAIR!!!
resilient.
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