I couldn't get to sleep until 1:15 AM Sunday night (well, Monday morning) due to that *&%&# (sp?) time change, and then Rachel woke me at 4:15 announcing that her stomach hurt. I realized, while lying on the couch waiting for my beloved progeny to throw up, that my stomach hurt, too. And so we spent all of Monday not eating and generally feeling lousy.
But no one barfed! It's a win!
Stomach bug or not, I still managed to get a long-overdue pedicure (spring green with sparkles, but I am regretting that decision) AND to attend Bunko, where I was not able to eat even ONE BITE of all that delicious food. Alas, ye mini quiches and delicious cream-cheese chutney, I hardly knew ye.
Gosh, I'm hungry. I did eat a few pretzels and half a banana this morning, just to see what would happen. Consider it my contribution to science. Now they're sort of roiling around in my intestines, trying to decide what to do.
In the meantime, it's GORGEOUS here today - mid-60's and all that, which would be awesome if it weren't just a way of softening us up for the sucker punch that will be Thursday, with its high of 30. Someone up there has just got to stop messing with us, is what I am thinking. I'm sick of suffering from weather whiplash.
Okay, off to clean my house, which descended into unspeakable levels of squalor as I lay around doing nothing yesterday. At least I feel needed, right?