All day feeling sick was the excuse to just have some dairy, or sugar, or wheat... it's not a problem. "You're sick" the voice croons, "It's fine. Go ahead. Ok then; eat it really fast. Then it'll be like it didn't really happen." But I thought, 'do I want to write a blog about a woman who resolves to stop eating the crap that is destroying her or do I want to write about constant giving in to craziness?'
The latter would get boring, and I would never find out what's underneath all this fat. Neither would you.
So tonight daughter is on the mend and baby boy is keening in his playpen because he feels so awful and if I were a baby I would be doing the same thing.
... back now from holding him and comforting him and now he's asleep in his pack and play by the couch which is where I am going to be spending the night.
I love my children. It's a pity I get so upset with my choice of spouse when he is ill mannered and out of sorts. He's upstairs sleeping in our room now, and I'll leave him to it.
But I don't feel alone now, now that I am writing my thoughts down and sending them out into the vast series of tubes that compose our internets ;).