"There's a cat in your pants" I thought as I viewed Ron, sitting on the toilet, pants around his ankles (we leave the door open). Barely visible between his legs, Baby Girl reclined in the pants and groomed herself as Ron carried on with his business.
That was my New Year.
Our neighbors did their usual apocalypse fireworks show. I noticed someone used a lot of shells this time. Bubba cat came in and hung out with Ron. Only Dad would do. Bubba stuck to him like glue, at least last night. God only knows where Bubba's right now.
I was given some shrimp, leftover from a party. They are fine - but shrimp and lithium were a pretty dreadful duo. Violently nauseous, I went to bed early.
This morning, I gave a few leftovers to Baby Girl. Later on, I noticed she was dragging her butt and acting funny. Apparently she ate some hair, the last time I cleaned my brush. I recognized it (ick).
It was hanging out her butt, with a "dangler" on the end. Yuck. I grabbed a paper towel, got rid of the offending tag-along, and Baby Girl went off to Ron, indignant.
If this is the first day of the year I shudder to think what the rest of the year will bring.
I still feel pretty bad - coughing, my chest is sore, and I pulled a muscle coughing. I am getting the pills down the hatch and I think I'm actually at a decent baseline mood for a change. I'm trying to drink a lot of water, sleep a lot (when I can), and take care of myself.
Happy New Year. May it be nice and boring!
1 comment:
Just wanted to share with you a funny tidbit...I went to read this when I was eating and started gagging LOL..had to come back later. Before I was pregnant, I could talk/read about anything "not table worthy" and it didn't affect me..now anything remotely gross when eating makes me sick. At least the morning sickness is gone.
This wasn't to make you feel badly, I just thought you might find it funny..I did.
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