Where has all the time gone? I have been trapped in my house with vomiting babies for an entire week - 7 WHOLE DAYS. Although my children have been annoying, my husband has been unbearable. Seriously, he is the most obnoxious sick person. It was too much to bear - the whining, the moaning, the complaining, the demanding, the mopping, and the detailed accounts of his every ache and pain. AHHHHH! By Friday evening, we were arguing about all kinds of stupid shit - the Obama Administration, sterilization in China, and conservative Republicans. It was a rough evening. On the bright side, I am feeling much better today. Although the kids are still vomiting occasionally, they seem to be in good spirits.
Unfortunately, I have a feeling that we are going to have some problems with Porgie's puking. Remember when we went through that whole "puking to get attention" phase in the summer? I am not positive, but I think Porgie might have forced some of her most recent puking episodes. Ugh. Damn kids. They make everything so hard. I know that this sounds crazy, but I feel like I have completely failed Porgie in the eating department. She doesn't like to sit in her highchair, she usually refuses to feed herself, and she thinks that puking is a great way to manipulate me at mealtimes. All of these things are my fault. We are obviously deeply entrenched in a food power struggle, but I am having trouble letting go of my power. And my baby girl is the one suffering. I suck.
I am definitely in a funk right now. I need more sunlight. I need more adult conversation. I need more alone time. But ultimately, I just need to leave the damn house.