Barf Me Out

Ah, the folly of trying to plan a workout schedule. It has been six months since Jr. Jr. entered the world and I'm still wearing my maternity jeans, with seven pounds to go.

Every time I get a good night's sleep (not often) and I've recovered from one of the illnesses that Jr. brings home from preschool, I think "Ok, NOW I'm going to be able to get back in shape." I go back to the gym for a couple of days. Then I'll either have a terrible night's sleep when Jr. Jr. decides to wake up at an ungodly hour, or I'll get sick again.

This week has been no exception. Jr. brought home a particularly bizarre and nasty virus which seemed to only strike at night and lasted for days. Every night at around 10 PM he would barf all over his sheets. I put a wastebasket next to his bed but he never managed to aim at it. Every night I washed the mattress pad, sheets and comforter. I got a milder version of it, in which I'm mildly nauseated during the day and have horrendous stomach cramps at night. So far Jr. Jr. seems OK (knock wood). And of course Crankyboy is OK, since he NEVER gets sick. Maybe I should go on his Cheetos, Doritos and cheese pizza diet. It doesn't seem to matter that I wash my hands like a maniac and open doors with my sleeve (Cranky jokes that I'm like Howard Hughes).

Today Jr. is finally back at school. We'll see what he brings home next. I'll be happy if it's a girl and not a virus.


Today's Playlist:
"Crazy Train" - Ozzy Osbourne
"Safety Dance" - Men Without Hats
"Call Me" - Blondie