I absolutely had to grab a few seconds to write...we had a hideous weekend at our house...it all started with BB deciding at the last minute to attend a local meeting with my dad and that resulting in my cooking our pork chops to what I thought was all the way done (Note to self: ALWAYS use the thermometer when cooking pork) and putting it into the fridge for Friday night's dinner. I then dealt with a very cranky, very backed up little boy, and a baby girl that I swear is teething but can feel nothing in her mouth... Friday saw us with BB working from home, as usual, I went grocery shopping with the kids in the fairly mild 75 temperature, not realizing that it was about 97% humidity...it was so hot and sticky! After I got home and put everything away, BB decided that it was time to start the potty training in earnest, which then required a trip to Wal-Mart (my hatred for which will be another post...later) for an additional potty chair, flushable wipes, big boy underpants, and a fruitless search for some sort of candy dispenser and M&Ms Minis...we then went for ice cream, came home and I reheated the pork chops and made baked potatoes and a salad. Captain Chaos was so full from his ice cream treat that he didn't eat anything for dinner (which turned out to be a blessing), but sat and was cranky about wanting to get down and "potty" all night long...OY!

I prepared everything for our bedtime rituals, and commented that I was feeling sort of yucky, queasy...and went on about my business as no one else seemed to be feeling yucky, so I chalked it up to inhaling my dinner so I could feed Tiny Princess. I went to start our dishwasher and couldn't get the @#*^%)*#@! thing to work...which then turned into a huge argument about my needing to take better care of our things (all from BBs side). I was able to get it to start (turned out I stopped it before it was actually done last time) and we headed up to bed, where BB then wanted to get busy...honestly, do men actually think that in any lifetime women will be able to put aside the fact you yelled at me, didn't apologize and want sex? I mean seriously... Thankfully, I could actually, in all honesty say I didn't feel good, and just wanted to go to sleep because we were spending the next day at a marriage enrichment seminar (how's that for irony?). We went to bed, where I woke every 45 minutes in cold sweats, curled up into a tight little ball. I would convince myself that I'd be ok in the morning, and to just go back to sleep. I was awakened by the Tiny Princess looking for a midnight snack at around 2am. I fed her, but the whole time all I could think was "do not throw up on the baby". After I thought I had her settled back down, I promptly crossed the hall into the kids' bathroom and was sick. A lot. For a long time. In not very attractive ways...did I mention that it was a lot?

After I got myself cleaned up, and cleaned up the bathroom, I felt much better, and was able to go in and settle the Princess again. Apparently she had actually been asleep for an hour when she woke up again...that's how sick I was...I stumbled back to bed about 3:45 and she woke again at 5. That was a short feeding and I was back in bed for 15 minutes when I had to get up and be sick again. I have not been that sick in a very, very, very, very long time.

Saturday was spent at this seminar, listening to a very kindly older gentleman and his wife go on and on about how to resolve conflict. I did get a lot of information, and by the end of the day was feeling better, but let me tell you that sitting in an ice cold room on a hard chair, feeling like something the cat dragged in, I was not a happy camper.

God worked on me yesterday, however, and I felt much better by dinnertime. Until Tiny Princess stayed up until 10pm...the good news is that she slept until 8 am today...straight through. God knows what He's doing. I know that in my head, and most days I know it in my heart too...

Today, I spent the majority of the day trying to get things all picked up and put away, and keep up with the kiddos, as well as staying on top of BB's messes...

BB then went to play a round of golf with our neighbors (which was totally fine with me), and has now been gone for 5 hours...of which Captain Chaos slept 4, and Tiny Princess slept 2. I was able to get most of the things picked up and put away, had some dinner, fed the boy after he woke, and plopped him in front of the TV to watch Veggie Tales.

I am almost over the food poisoning...it has been an hour since I last made a mad dash for my bathroom, and I am feeling back to normal...I think...

Needless to say, I don't think I've been so glad for a Monday, and BB getting back to work for a long time...

I'm going to sign off, take care of the animals, put Captain Chaos to bed, and nurse Tiny Princess, and then wash my face and brush my teeth, drink more water, pray that BB remembers to bring me Gatorade...and go to bed.