Thursday, February 03, 2011

lets' just get this out of the way, shall we?

I may as well get the blogpost for the day over and done with, because it's only 8am and I already want to die of exhaustion.
Why, you ask??

Because I've been up all night at the TheAmazingPewkoli's Technicolor Barfing Show!!


MyFK really hates throwing up and having tummy problems. This might be the perfect parenting opportunity to point out to him that this is what a hangover would feel like. The grand deterrent, yah?

So since I am sitting here right now, at the computer, emailing all of MyFavoriteKid's teachers to let them know he won't be coming in today, I may as well just keep typing.

Gah, and I have so much to do today! On top of all the regular stuff, I have to pack for going away for the weekend, and that includes packing up MyFK and each of the animals to get to their respective caretakers.

Ohhhh, I and had such great plans for my evening last night. TheMostImportantGuy comes up on Wednesdays nights, so I had dolled myself up all cute-like in hopes of a little romance schmo-mance (because I figured for sure that would get my mood back on track....right?? Even better than sunshine and fresh air!! Woohoo!). In the end I was afraid to get the ball rolling for fear of being called back to the sick room, and ohhh how right I was about that one. I was in there every 15 minutes at one point.

Oh, MyPoorFK. Yesterday was a minimum day at school, and we had a mad dash between school and a private clarinet lesson. He was hungry, so I drove through Jack-N-The-Box on the way. He ordered the grilled chicken strips, and he said they looked a little funny and felt a little rubbery, but he ate them anyhow. That was at 1:30pm, and by 6:30pm he was sick. We're almost positive that's what it was. The poor thing. I feel so bad for him :-(

And poor me this this morning! TheMostImportantGuy was making his own coffee and getting ready to go to work while I was getting rid of barf bags and hosing down the kitchen, and as I was standing there scrubbing, this song pops into my head (I am so wierd):

We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes....
But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes.....


I am such an odd duck that after that song popped into my head I was actually able to go over to the music rack, produce the tune on a CD, and pop it into the CD player for him.
At least it had both of us cracking up a bit.

Okay. I'm going to make coffee now, and do as much as I can get done before I crap out.
I'm so glad I am going away this weekend to a hotel.
Calgon, take me away.


MsAmpuTeeHee said...

this was posted by Donna, and I somehow (perhaps because I got 20 minutes of sleep last night??) hit delete instead of publish:

Oh no! Poor MyFK. Spence and I hope he feels better.

I for one won't hold it against you if you let Calgon take you far far away and skip a few posts.

Relaxing is more important. :)

Kathy said...

Jeez, that sucks! Feel better soon!