I worked out extra hard tonight on the bike and walking the track ending my evening in the sauna sweating like a pig. After that I had to run to town and get food in the house. Evidently not everyone wants to eat a tablespoon of food at a time. :) So I did the Aldi thing and then stopped at Wal Hell, since they seem to be the onlyplace that will carry triaminic strips. It seems Emma would just as soon spit out any other kind of liquid cold remidy and I think suppositories are just...mean. So she gets triaminic in grape.
Last night Emma crawled into bed with us and started caughing and coughing. This after she had used me all day prior as a giant tissue. Every time she walked by she would just smash her face into my leg or arm and leave a big slime trail. Sigh. I wasn't surprised then when she crawled into our bed at 3 a.m.
cough, cough, cough..."mama?"
"what?"
cough, cough, cough..."Nah did nan nan bubba?"
"No you don't kneed a bub right now, just go to sleep and be quiet."
cough, cough, cough...
cough cough cough...
then I smelled something. Damn. She coughed so much she pooped. So up I went to change her pants, something I was trying to avoid by not giving her a sippy (she is a major pee-er/leaker). When I got her pants off though, they were clean and dry...yet...I smelled something...
Then Curt farted. OMG! He was the diper smell! What did he eat!? Gross...
Cough, cough, cough...
Fart.
cough, cough, cough...
Fart.
This went on for a good hour before Emma finally went to sleep and Curtis either ran out of gas or I was too tired to notice.
Tonight I have thin strips. Hopefully that cough will be taken care of and I can sleep. As for Curt's ass...?
Tonight for supper I had a dumpling. The whole thing. It was good. I managed to go all day without overdoing anything or throwing up. Then I drank my water too fast. How annoying.
I have pictures, but it seems Curt wants to go to bed, so maybe tomorrow.
Major sympathy for the farts. And also for the coughing.
ReplyDeleteMy man has recently started farting in his sleep, something never encountered in the year and some we'd been together prior to moving in together.
Add him and the dog together, and you have death bombs