I got out of bed a little later than usual because the kids let me sleep in for a change, but the two-year-old woke me twice during the night just so I could give him a drink of water and cover him up again. Gnarr.
I feel strange because the antibiotics I'm taking give me a horrible taste in my mouth. And I do mean horrible. I mean, as in, bad enough to wake me up in the middle of the night just to say "blech".
I'm so tragically inert. I can't seem to get anything even remotely creative done these days.
Last night I had to wash the kitchen floor, sweep the hallway, and do two loads of laundry. Hm, I wonder why I wasn't feeling very creative?
I am terribly pleased with myself for having Zoned my favorite sweet-and-sour meatballs recipe, just by swapping fructose for the brown sugar and cutting back a bit on the pasta. And hubby couldn't tell the difference! Yay!
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! (*sigh* I wish.)
I want to say thanks to my friendslist for helping me
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Unless you get fandom_wanked for it.
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