So I haven’t been sick in quite some time, and all of the sudden the other morning I felt like a guy.  I mean I puked, and had to get right back to bed and moan and groan like a baby.  I couldn’t take it.  No offense.  It’s just that I was listening to talk radio the other morning and MEN, YES MEN, were calling in and admitting that they couldn’t handle being sick and that they needed their wives to treat them with kids gloves if they even so much had a sniffle.  (Caveat:  Tom is not one of these men, I am very lucky.  1.  He hardly every gets sick.  2.  When he does he doesn’t act like a baby 3. He gets better in 3.2 secs)  So I feel like even more of a douche b/c  here I am two days later and I can hardly sit up.  I have the aches, the pains, and the wimpiness to prove that now with kids that can do a bunch on their own, a husband who has been a stay-at-home parent for about a year and a half,  I think I may have been demoted to a different level of mommydome, and I am pissed.

Currently, I have stopped puking, but I have stomach cramps that won’t quit.  And as I sit and type, I am feeling sea sick.  It is Bay’s 5th Birthday, so we took her to see Holden at his school for his lunch and his book fair.  I could have fainted before we got to the cafeteria.  JC!  What happened to the woman who was with an infant, spider-man toddler, house to clean, diapers to change, dinner to cook, sex to have, & a smile to keep?  Where did she go?  Now I run a few carpools, write six thousand words of hysterical fodder  for a book and a blog, only to puke out my upper and lower intestines and I am whupped!  Sorry Riggs, I will get my ass in shape I promise, and be back tomorrow, on the straight and narrow with my A game.  This acting like a baby (or a guy, whatever,) is bullshit!  See you in the AM.