Wanna trade?

Anyone wanna trade their yarn stash for a little boy? He’s adorable when he’s not sick and cute when he’s not refusing to eat and refusing to take his medicine and likes to watch Spongebob over and over and over and over and have I mentioned Spongebob makes me want to stab myself in the eye with a knitting needle and is pretty well behaved for a three year old other than the scrapbooking chipboard monkey he just dropped into my glass of milk.

Gotta go, he just turned over a can of Coke on Steve’s desk. sigh How long does tonsillitis last?

Catch up! Catch up! Catch up!

Isn’t there a kid joke with that as the punch line? Probably something about a slow tomato and someone jumping on it. Anywho.

It’s now Thursday. I’m not going knitting tonight. Since at least this past Sunday, *everything* I eat makes me nauseous. I’m exhausted. I sleep a good 8 or 9 hours a night, wake up for about three to be with Gavin and get him to daycare and attempt to go about my day, then I crash back out for at least a three hour nap. Wake up, repeat the trying to go about my day part, repeat nap. This frakking sucks.

Yes, Firefox, frak is a word. Don’t you ever watch Battlestar Galactica?

Went to the doctor today. I have an IUD (Mirena, just in the interest of over-sharing), but we did a pregnancy test just to rule out the impossible. Tried to draw blood three different times, but I’m so dehydrated I couldn’t bleed. I got sent home with the admonition to drink LOTS of fluids and come back tomorrow to try the bloodwork again. Goodie.

So. What’s new with you?

Note to self

Dear Self:
The new Starbucks Doubleshot On Ice Plus Energy in a can is disgusting. Please feel free to continue making your pseudo-doubleshot in a can the way you have been doing for ages now. The new Mocha one tastes like a yoo-hoo, and that’s not a good thing. It also has a funky taste to it. You know, that lovely SUCRALOSE taste? Yeah. For future reference, sucralose makes you dizzy and nauseous and gives you a migraine and diarrhea. The label doesn’t have to say sugar-free because sucralose is chemically modified sugar. So, uh, don’t drink that again, mmkay?
Kisses!

Need a DNA sample? I left one on I-240

I’m sick of being sick. After riding around with my mom today watching her try to buy out the craft stores, on the way home I felt the sudden need to pull over. In case anyone is interested in what I had for lunch, it’s on the shoulder of westbound I-240 just after the Lamar/HWY 78 exit. I am so sexy. Yes, indeedy, I know you wanna hang out with me because I am Just. That. Cool.

*hack*

Now I know why I had a child. Did I want to pass on my genetic code for years? Share the wonder of life? See the joy on the face of one I love as I teach him about the world?

No. I did it so he could pick up every weird virus at daycare, lovingly cough into my face, and pass it along to me. Awwwww, he knows how to share.