started my excercise class last night called "team weight loss". did the treadmill for 43 minutes going up and down hills. it sucked but i managed to finish without having a heart attack or passing out. its the little victories that get me through it. Eli proceeded to throw up on me this morning and then fell into a blissful sleep while daddy and i had to actually get up and go to work. i was able to get about 45 more minutes of sleep than daddy.
tonight i had bible study and 30 minutes into it i got paged to go to the nursery. i figured he was just fussy but when i got down there he was sitting in just a diaper next to a gigantic pile of puke. i felt so sorry for the women working in there. i kept apologizing. i felt bad but not bad enough to clean it up. i wanted to hurl just looking at it. even if it came out of your precious gift from God--its still puke.
so last night charles came home bearing flowers and a very sweet card. he said he read my blog and felt bad. i was using the blog just to vent so it was never my intention to make him feel bad but if it got me flowers and his attention, so be it. i just want to say that despite what i have said in previous blogs, i do have the best husband ever. i used to think it was corny when women would say that their husbands were their best friends but now i know exactly what they meant. he's everything.
ttfn
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my son was projectile pooped all over the backdrop at Studio One to One... and I didn't clean it up... I left sheepishly, after throwing a few baby wipes on it..
oops... meant to say... 'my son has...'
sounds funny with my little error though!
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