Thank you body. It was not enough that I was up all night with a vomiting child. The migraine is really the
Speaking of cake, said puky punk has a birthday party tomorrow. So, not only is he home today
I'm praying that I
This morning he walked halfway to the bathroom and... well it was too gross to say. I can usually handle gross, but apparently migraines and grossness don't mix well. Or punkone has taken grossness to a whole new level. Today I'm doing this mothering gig simply because I have to. There is no joy in it for me. Something is stirring up from inside of me, but it's not joy.
Yes, Mom, I do remember a certain girl scout trip when I was similarly afflicted and the only bathroom facilities were an outhouse. (Seriously, an outhouse? There's no charm in using an outhouse) I guess all I can say is, thanks. I hope you didn't have a migraine.
The only thing to do now is clean up and move on. Repeat. Joy will come another day.