Can I have some?

welcome to my blog.

a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.

i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*

then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.

eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.

i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.


and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.


munch up.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Why must pregnant women deal with cleaning up throw up?

I mean seriously? My entire concentration is focused on keeping my own food down on a daily basis, no throw up involved, add on the fact that I have to clean up throw up... not a happy mixture.

Bug just threw up all his breakfast. Rocket Scientist wasn't home yet. He was soon to be home, but he wasn't quite there yet. And for some reason, now Bug is begging to go outside to play. He just threw up for pete's sake! Isn't he supposed to be sick with symptoms like that?

At this point in time, I'm weak, nauseated, and have a head ache. I imagine I look like the characters on M*A*S*H when they have a hang over, though I have never experienced one myself. I obviously really REALLY don't want to go to band, but do I have a choice? It is either go and deal with it, or hurry and try and find a sub and try to get my music to the sub in time for him to go to class. Nearly impossible, so I guess I may as well gut it out and go to class. Who knows? Maybe I'll feel better when I'm done. Music always seems to have that effect on me.

I haven't breathed through my nose since Bug started throwing up. Well, I did once, but instantly regretted it. I haven't since. Even now after my amazing hubby cleaned up my inept cleaning job, and took it all out to the dumpster, and sprayed air freshener. I don't dare breathe through my nose.

Well, whatever, I guess I'd better get ready for band... I'll enlighten you all with the rest of today's shenanigans later on I guess.

4 comments:

Eliza said...

Ugh, no fun. But hooray for a great husband to finish cleaning up the residue and smell!

Parrish Family said...

I so hear you! I swear Sam has to do the worse Poopy diapers why John is at work. A couple of times I almost threw up.

P.S. We LOVE the you tube video. It is so funny.

Deanna said...

poor lady! I know how you feel. We had one of those moments when I was pregnant. Long story short: we had to get the car cleaned professionally after spending an hour cleaning it in the dark of night.

Danelle and Alex said...

I read you title and was afraid you were getting the fun old sickies! Im glad it wasn't you, but cleaning it up isn't fun either. I hope you don't get to sick and the headaches go away soon. Isn't being pregnant glorious!?