I'm slowly walking out of the zombie and vomit-filled last couple of days. First one child and then the other would erupt...thankfully never at the same time. My stomach has had a dull ache to it over the last week to top it all off. Being dehydrated just made my son belligerent, if I told him red was red, he would yell and scream at me until I agreed that red was green. Yeesh!
All that to say, I've been a bitch to my family the last 3 days. I didn't handle this round of upchuck well at all. Luckily, it's ending just in time for me to leave for my Scrapbooking weekend...where I don't scrapbook. Ten of my friends decided to rent this tricked out lodge in the Colorado mountains for them to do some hard core scrapbooking (the lodge has all the equipment included). I was asked to do it last year because they like me and we are all doing it again. So, while everyone else is hard at work creating awesome pages, I sit on my butt, tend the woodburning fireplace, sleep, take a bath, play guitar, read and eat fricking awesome food!
I will probably be incognito starting late tomorrow, but I am bringing the old laptop with me to see if I can piggy back onto someone's internet.
BTW, how many different words for barf did I use in this post? Anyone, anyone, Bueller?