Monday Mumbers--more throw up, chocolate and diets
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2 Number of times Charlotte threw up this weekend.
789 Number of times I worried that Charlotte must have the swine flu.
23,457 Number of times I have wanted to make a joke about the swine flu. Call me immature, but I can't get the image of cartoon pigs with runny noses eating chicken soup out of my head. Do pigs actually get the flu? Will my daughter start snorting and oinking soon?
1 Number of times I almost ran screaming from my house Saturday. After Charlotte got sick, Bil went off to the store to buy every form of electrolyte known to man. I was totally freaking out that this would be a repeat of March's trip to the ER, so I was watching Charlotte like a hawk and praying she would be ok, Anyway, Bil was gone maybe 3.6 minutes before everything fell apart here in the Pancake house. Danny had a poop accident (again!!!!) in his underwear and was trying unsuccessfully to clean himself up, and basically the poop got EVERYWHERE. Tommy was crying because of gas pain, and then Charlotte apparently felt left out of the chaos, because she barfed all over the couch. So, here I was surrounded by almost every form of bodily secretion I could think of being expelled simultaneously from the bodies of my children.
You gotta give my kids credit: they are genuises at comic timing.
15 The number of hours I spent Friday frantically cleaning my house for the weekend visit of my brother and his wife.
0 The number of visitors who came and enjoyed my freshly cleaned house. My sister-in-law woke up Saturday morning with a bad sore throat, so basically all that cleaning was for naught.
15 The number of minutes it took my kids to undo all the cleaning I had done on Friday what with all the poop, vomit and just regular playing .
4.2 Number of pounds I had lost this month before I weighed in this week
2 Number of pounds I supposedly gained this week despite having stuck pretty well to my diet.
No, seriously. I actually cut myself off from the mini Mint 3 Musketeer bars and am going through withdrawals. I'm sitting here sweating and jonesing for one of those 3 Musketeer bars and all for what? To gain 2 pounds?!?!?!?! Where is the justice in that?
6578 Number of times I have cursed my scale and thought of tossing the thing out the window.
5 The number of times Bil has exclaimed over the fact that Danny knows how to do a google search. Apparently, the other day while he was on the computer, Danny got onto google, typed in the words "Baby Einstein," pressed enter, and found the baby einstein home page. Scary. So, Bil is now looking through all his software to see if we have any parent safety stuff to put on the computer to make sure Danny doesn't accidentally end up ordering thousands of dollars worth of Pixar cars or somehow meeting and falling in love with some old lady from Milwaukee in a chat room....