I won't lie to you. It's been a slow week blogging-wise.
A lot of my friends are on vacation or getting ready for school this week and my son's been getting over some digestive issues that I've tastefully alluded to in e-mails about missing playgroup as "just something he ate"...
I mean, really, who honestly wants to hear about my son's poop?
I, on the other hand, could talk about it for days and feel like I have... with the doctor's office, with my husband, with my parents who call everyday to ask about it, with my friends who think we're just blowing them off to watch more DVDs (because that's so unlike me and all- ha!).
So far, nothing has worked to cure it, but my son is happy, eating as much and as often as he always has, and, oh my, so active. He's been tearing through the house like a spoiled rock star, so I've decided to couch it for now. If he and the doctor aren't worried about it, neither am I...
Okay, fine. So what if I plan to call the doctor again first thing tomorrow morning to give her a full analysis of the contents of my son's diaper, but I'm still cool, right? Riiiiight.
Other than my teensy "scavenger hunt WINNING" break, I've also spent the greater part of the week prepping for the baby shower I'm hosting this weekend and coming up with clever, cutting things to say to my newest favoritest passive-aggressor (*sarcasm*) when she shows up to it...
I keep praying she won't show up, but I know I'm not that lucky. Is it bad to pray for bad things to happen to people who irritate you beyond comprehension? I know, I'm probably going to hell...
But, speaking of hell, did I happen to mention that its really, really hot here? Well, it is and I don't leave the house after noon for nothin'...
Earlier this week I attempted to do some grocery shopping for dinner. As I opened the garage door, my son and I were knocked over by a wave of heat. Pure, intense, wow-why-am-I-still-wearing-anything HOT. We never made it past the driveway. We turned, walked back into the house, called my husband to ask him to pick up something on the way home, and promptly took naps.
So, you know we haven't left the house to do anything remotely interesting either...
Hopefully, this weekend's party will yield some drama to share. Maybe even a Dynasty-esque cat brawl or two. Meow!
A lot of my friends are on vacation or getting ready for school this week and my son's been getting over some digestive issues that I've tastefully alluded to in e-mails about missing playgroup as "just something he ate"...
I mean, really, who honestly wants to hear about my son's poop?
I, on the other hand, could talk about it for days and feel like I have... with the doctor's office, with my husband, with my parents who call everyday to ask about it, with my friends who think we're just blowing them off to watch more DVDs (because that's so unlike me and all- ha!).
So far, nothing has worked to cure it, but my son is happy, eating as much and as often as he always has, and, oh my, so active. He's been tearing through the house like a spoiled rock star, so I've decided to couch it for now. If he and the doctor aren't worried about it, neither am I...
Okay, fine. So what if I plan to call the doctor again first thing tomorrow morning to give her a full analysis of the contents of my son's diaper, but I'm still cool, right? Riiiiight.
Other than my teensy "scavenger hunt WINNING" break, I've also spent the greater part of the week prepping for the baby shower I'm hosting this weekend and coming up with clever, cutting things to say to my newest favoritest passive-aggressor (*sarcasm*) when she shows up to it...
I keep praying she won't show up, but I know I'm not that lucky. Is it bad to pray for bad things to happen to people who irritate you beyond comprehension? I know, I'm probably going to hell...
But, speaking of hell, did I happen to mention that its really, really hot here? Well, it is and I don't leave the house after noon for nothin'...
Earlier this week I attempted to do some grocery shopping for dinner. As I opened the garage door, my son and I were knocked over by a wave of heat. Pure, intense, wow-why-am-I-still-wearing-anything HOT. We never made it past the driveway. We turned, walked back into the house, called my husband to ask him to pick up something on the way home, and promptly took naps.
So, you know we haven't left the house to do anything remotely interesting either...
Hopefully, this weekend's party will yield some drama to share. Maybe even a Dynasty-esque cat brawl or two. Meow!
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