I feel like I'm on the mountaintop, spinning around in glorious mental illness pride freedom, and they're playing hide and seek with the Nazis.
This is a thing of beauty, smonster. (funnily enough, I mistyped 'think of beauty...which I think is more true.)
I'm sorry for the impetus for the thought, but the thought is awesome.
Especially since pasta is the one thing I can reliably get her to eat.
Fusilli, butter and parm might work.
My sleep schedule is all screwed up, and I'm hurting and I don't have any pain meds. I'm considering making ramen at 1:22 AM, because my brain seems to think this will help somehow.
I wish I could pass on leftover pain pills from my surgery to those of you who need them so much. (Pretty sure it's a felony, though.)
I'm considering making ramen at 1:22 AM, because my brain seems to think this will help somehow.
I'd listen to the brain in this instance. I hope you were able to sleep after the carb load.
Terrible nights sleep for both myself and ltc. The teenage relatives I have helping out on Tuesday showed up a half hour early. So of course I was unshowered and uncaffeinated. Good thing my kid is the type that I can hand to other people she doesn't know very well and she's happy as a clam.
When my son was stroller age my teenage nephew used to love to get him from me and take him to the mall because he was a chick magnet.
They adore her. She miserable again this morning because of stupid molars but they're snuggling her and watching Sesame, which I usually don't allow in the morning. I called the doctor because she doesn't want to eat and gave her some Motrin at the nurse's suggestion.
She miserable again this morning because of stupid molars
I see our toddlers are twins in molar misery. Peanut is also stuffed up again because of daycare crud, so last night was not a good night for us, either.
Ugh, sorry Juliana. Molars suck. ltc has only been sick a couple times in her life, but I'm expecting her to catch everything when she starts school in September.