Please, give me some xanax. I need something to help me cope with these three sick kids. Yes, all three are still sick. This is the fifth day of three sick kids. I tried to get an appoinment, but apparently everybody's kids are sick. I am waiting for the doctor to call for a telephone consult. She will tell me whether or not we need to go ahead and pack up and head off to the emergency room. So, since I may be pretty damn busy with the delights of my life, I am passing of my responsibilties of self portrait friday to Erik!! Erik, you gotta help me man. We need a theme.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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