A Little While Ago

my 7 year old puked up the entire contents of his stomach.

Then he yelled, CALL THE DOCTOR! at the top of his lungs.

It was so comical. Really. Or maybe you had to be there.

And me, being the best mom I could be, was really only thinking: HOW DO I BLOG THIS?!!

One Of The Reasons

I am totally in love with Graham Norton.

Karma Bites Me In The

motherfucking ass. Every time.

I wrote something about having the pig flu here. It was supposed to be a joke.

But if you don't get it, oh well.

Guess I shouldn't have tempted fate, because my poor 5 year old daughter is sicker than a dog. The only way I can keep her fever below 105 is to piggy back Motrin and Tylenol.

Oh yes, and there was the great suggestion by an unnamed nurse to dunk her in a bath of COLD water. (parents, please do not dunk your children in cold water when they have fevers. Use, lukewarm water. If the water is cold, they will shiver, which will actually RAISE their body temperature).

I would bring her in to the ER, but they are not testing or treating children for the Swine flu if they are otherwise healthy.

I thank my lucky stars she is.

She is feeling totally miserable, so thoughts and prayers would be appreciated.

As We Are Walking

out of my 5 year old's daycare.

Me: Do you need to go potty?

Her: No, that's my shoes squeaking.

Is It Just Me

or does it take a special kind of idiot to work as a receptionist at the Community Health Center?

Remembering

when I was a little girl and my mom would always let me open the new can of cofee.

She knew how much I love the sound and smell of that first whirl of coffee goodness.

I always felt so special standing with her while she watched over me.