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I’m sick, caught whatever stomach bug the kids had earlier this week.  The silver lining is that I’m having really vivid dreams.  Masaharu Morimoto and I just went spear fishing.  He’s a funny guy but even in my dreams I can barely understand him.  We caught sea cucumbers.  They are firmer than expected.

Well I’m officially out of clean shirts. Lets hope the baby is done puking for the evening, or at least pukes on something besides my chest next time.

Feeling sorta Fremen

Cinnamon in the coffee, toast and oatmeal.  Kick this cold’s ass, desert-fashion.  

Fun with sick kids

Caira: I need some panties

Me: Why, what happened to the ones you had on?

Caira: I thought I was going to fart but I diarrheaed.  It wasn’t really a fart.  Sometimes that happens, it’s okay.

There, wisdom from Caira.  Shit happens.  I think it’s time to teach Caira the concept of the ‘shart’.  Even with a fever she’s pretty funny.

Feeling Sick

It’s been over a week of having a fever and I’m starting to get genuinely worried.  The odd thing is that I don’t really feel bad aside from an on and off headache.  Right up until I checked my email this evening and suddenly felt extremely nauseated.  I think the fever and nausea are utterly unrelated.

In happier news, my baby sister turned 21 yesterday, my dad turned 100-something and my oldest younger sister won a jackpot.  

So the dog pissed on the baby’s toys, again.  I tell mom the dog pissed on them and I instantly get a denial.  Like I put it there, or some magic invisible dog lifted it’s leg and peed all over Garrett’s walker and play garden and the little drum set he likes to chew on.  I’m so fucking sick of it.  I don’t understand why the only response I ever get is “When would he have had time?!” or “He wasn’t in the house!” or the best one “Then YOU clean it up”.  Because clearly it’s so unreasonable to ask that it’s owner take care of the problem.  I’m not allowed to crate him because that’s ‘mean’, he can’t stay outside because he’ll bark, he has to roam the house because he was here first.  It honestly hurts and upsets me because it seems like they really just don’t care about the kids.  An animal should not be more important than actual grandchildren.  Especially now that Garrett is starting to crawl I can’t stand the filth.  That dog shits right where the kids play and seeks out the baby’s toys just to piss all over them.  I don’t understand why they can’t grasp that is disgusting and can make the kids sick.  That dog has never had shots, never been wormed … for all I know that little bastard is shedding giardia and round worms in his feces.  Is it worth having my child become ill, go blind, get liver damage to keep a fucking filthy little animal?  I can’t take this shit anymore.  No pun intended.  It’s not even remotely funny.