Recently passed the thanksgiving holiday in southern California. Two days before the actual day I awoke with the unmistakable urge to purge.... I lay there tryin to fight it but eventully decided better out than in. I moved the kids potty off the seat and commenced a 6 hr every thirty minute party of pukery, with breaks to nurse my unfazed three month old. You know life is bad when a cold tile floor appeals more than your bed. I felt like proverbial ass in a bag all the next day, staring up at the " pretty Kitties" novelty poster tacked to the underside of the top bunk undoubtedly purchased a school book fair by my nine year old niece. Damn those kitties. I made a full recovery only to be followed by my husband and two year old. Thanksgiving dinner isn't so exciting with a stomach sore from heaving.
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