Double-Ender
Tending sick wee-uns definitely takes the wind out my sails. I feel so helplessly awful while Little J sits there heaving his little heart out and crying. Just a bit ago, the stuff came out his nose, poor dear. And just this afternoon he was eating a bit of something solid, so I thought we had this bug licked. Anyway, I think we're almost finished with it, so hopefully I don't get sick as well.
As a side note to the ickle sickie, or really as a side note to having been through pregnancy and a semblance of birth, the list of which body parts don't go snap-crackly-pop when I get out of bed is the smaller of the two. I think it must sound to an outside observer, of which there aren't really any, very much like a box of uncooked pasta being crushed underfoot. Too bad my bloody chiro lives 3000 effing miles away.
As a side note to the ickle sickie, or really as a side note to having been through pregnancy and a semblance of birth, the list of which body parts don't go snap-crackly-pop when I get out of bed is the smaller of the two. I think it must sound to an outside observer, of which there aren't really any, very much like a box of uncooked pasta being crushed underfoot. Too bad my bloody chiro lives 3000 effing miles away.
