If there's one thing to know about me, it's that I don't like pain.
Seriously I was ready for the epidural at 8 months pregnant every time.
This morning I woke up with the worst cramps I've had since... I don't know, a very very long time.
I took 3 Aleve.* And then passed out curled up on the couch for a few hours.
When I woke up again, the pain was thankfully gone, 3 of the kids were at school (thanks Greg! Or at least, I hope that's where they are), Kelly was watching Play House Disney, and Zach was home. Zach came home early from school yesterday with a fever and he's still feeling yucky today. Either that or Greg kept him home to keep an eye on me.
I'm now 3 hours behind on everything I was suppose to do today. I also found out that you really aren't suppose to take 3 Aleve at one time. And also the Doodlebops is the most annoying show ever. But I love Charlie and Lola. "I have this little sister Lola. She is small. And very funny." Is there some class I can sign the kids up for that will teach them cute British accents? Although who has time for another activity around here? (You don't want my schedule this week, you just don't.)
Right, I need to go clean now. And sew. And run some errands. And prep a Girl Scout meeting (tonight at my house, I'm a sucker for punishment). And probably a shower would be a good idea.
"Hey Lola!" "But, Charlie..."
* If this post doesn't make any sense (and it probably doesn't), I blame the pain meds.
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