One thing I love about no secrets.....

One thing I love about not keeping my current "condition" a secret is that I can whine (and poke a bit of fun at myself) in public.

This morning Josh abandoned me for his education and employment.

This morning I abandoned Tommy in favor of the porcelain throne - more than once, less than 5 times......before noon.

After that I turned on Toy Story 3 (I tell myself it was for Tommy, but I think we all know the truth) and when he climbed up on the couch, and then on me, we cuddled (and maybe dozed) until suddenly all the toys were headed toward the blazing inferno of death and neither of us had a clue who put them there. Waking up with someone you love, then watching them wake up with someone they love has to be one of the greatest gifts God ever gave us. 

This afternoon I called Josh and told him that if he ever wanted to see his precious man-child again he'd better come home and feed him because I simply couldn't manage to do that and clearly he was going to starve if someone didn't open the fridge for him in the next 20 seconds.

This evening I continued my movie marathon by being "welcomed to the 60's" trying to watch Planet 51, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs and Grease but doing very little watching and very lots of moaning and groaning.

At one point during the day Josh asked me to help him in the kitchen and I called him a big baby and told him that if he didn't have to do anything when he was sick I didn't have to either. (He's a lucky man...) That's when he looked at me and said "oh yeah, I totally forgot you weren't feeling well." which would've been fine if I had LOOKED like I was feeling well, but I know how I looked and it wasn't anything you could describe as well.

But here's the problem: Apparently that's what I look like by the end of every day these days, because he saw absolutely no difference at all. *sigh*

You've missed the puke-diaries haven't you?