While those of you upright US citizens are watching the debate tonight, I’ll be sleeping.
SNL can fill me in on the debate.
Yup, we are still sickly. I’m feeling better, although I almost called a woman at the grocery store an unspeakably inappropriate name that I learned from “The Slammin Salmon” (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, go watch it. It’s Michael Clarke Duncan, Robin from HIMYM, and Broken Lizard for Pete’s sake!). It’s a fantastic insult, but my parents read this blog.
I’m going to assume my inability to tolerate other humans is coming from a lack of exercise and not getting enough sleep. Yes, I get a full night’s sleep, but pre-baby I would have crawled in to bed and slept for two days and then emerged
slightly really stinky, but feeling much better. Instead I’ve been trying to entertain a listless tiny human and keep my house from falling apart. Turns out parenting is occasionally work. Who knew.
Charlotte apparently had a stomachache this evening. She was shrieking, ate a few bites, and then shrieked some more. I blinked and suddenly realized I was covered in vomit (this was definitely not just spit up). She kept screaming while I stripped us both down and threw her in the bath. The screaming continued for another hour until I finally gave up and put her to bed early. She might wake up early tomorrow, but that’s technically not my problem, so yay!
I’m still sitting in my underwear waiting for my husband to get home from work with Burger King. Somedays you just have to say “eff it”. And eat a Whopper with cheese (anyone who is going to pretend they don’t like fast food can bite me. We all know it’s delicious). And then I will sleep.
I realize my baby tonight was still easier than most babies, but when a really easy baby acts like…well, like a normal baby, it is a bit of a shock. I’m fine, just not in the mood to deal with anything else today. Or anyone else.
Oh man do I need to go workout. I am debating trying to run again tomorrow seeing as I have a 10K in three weeks, but I’m not sure if my plantar faciitis is healed. It was achy this morning, but not outrageously so. My pattern has been to run 2 miles, be in agony for 2-3 days, and then feel fine until I run again. So I’m thinking maybe I should take the week off? Anyone? I’d call a doctor, but he’d prescribe PT, which I have neither the time nor money for. And I can’t lift on Tuesdays (or Thursdays) because Charlotte has PT (or OT). So I guess I will be an utterly charming individual to be around for a few more days. My husband is such a lucky man.
Anyways, that was pointless. You should just be glad you didn’t get more pictures of goats. Because I totally have more that I haven’t posted (yet).