I know!  Right?  How is that possible?

This time, however, the children were spared.  It was Artie who was sick.  You know that saying, “sick as a dog”?  Well, I n0w have a very very graphic idea of what, exactly, that means and let me tell you, it ain’t purdy.

Kevin BBQ’d last night and I guess he left some nice drippings under the Q because the girls said they say Artie eating the charcoal dust/drippings.  And if any of you have ever had a dog, you are probably well aware of the fact that eating charcoal = massive vomiting.  Of course, Artie waited until 3am to start ’cause waking up to dog puke is only fun in the wee hours of the morning.  Our carpet is dotted with soapy wet spots this morning and I shudder to think what is lurking outside.  Lets just say, Artie was tossing his charcoal cookies from 3am to 6am.  Now he is crashed out next to me and seems fine.  Kevin and I, however, are still trying to recover.

June, you horrid month, die already!

My dad went to the San Diego Fair the other day and found the chicken coop of my dreams.  It will fit in the back of his truck and he could drive it right up.  Be still my beating heart.  Now, all I have to do is convince my HOA to let me have my feathered friends……

The Thelma And Lousie chicken coop. Someday.  Someday.

We had a very nice visit with all of Kevin’s relatives out in Spokane this weekend.  The kids did great and we survived the very very long drive rather well.  Their favorite part was the indoor swimming pool at the hotel.   My favorite was the buffet breakfast every morning.  I think, if I could, I would have someone prepare a warm breakfast for me every morning.  And then do all the dishes too.  What a great way to start the day!

I meant to post a picture of the bag I made Leina’s preschool teacher as an end of the year gift but somehow time got away from me.  I found the fabrics way back when Ms. Erica came out to visit and then dug out the pattern from my horde.  All went well until the very last step when I managed, somehow, to snip right through the front of the bag five time.  Sigh.  It was too late to make  a new bag so I did my best to patch it up before I handed it off.  But honestly?  I was just sick.  Sick!  I do love the fabric and have more than enough to make another so….. you might just see me sporting my very own mushroom bag in the near future.  Hopefully, without the horrid snip marks.  Grrrr.

Just a quick post to let you know that Kulia is back on her feet and we are all so happy to have her bouncing around the house again.  Especially her sister!  Leina spent the last few days moping around the house, declaring there was no one to play with, and upset because no one was paying any attention to her.

Yes, Leina is very happy to have her sister back and up to her old tricks!

I know, I know.  It feels like all I write about now a-days is vomit.  But really, there is more to my life than that.  I think there is anyway.

Yes, Kulia has yet another stomach bug.  The smell has only just dissipated from the backseat of my car from her last bout and here we are again.  This time, she’s running a nice high fever to go along with her stomach upset.  I was checking in with my mom last night who is home from having her gallbladder removed when Leina came charging down the stairs yelling “Kulia vomited! Kulia vomited!”  It’s like her war cry lately.  So I quickly hung up with my mom, who is recovering nicely, and ran upstairs to help Bitty out.  I have very little optimism right now as her stomach bugs take about 5 days to clear out.  I am so very tired of sofas covered in bowls and running load after load of soiled laundry.   I try and tell myself that it could be worse.  She could be really sick so I should be thankful it’s just a  harmless bug but man, it ain’t easy.  That’s for sure.  I’ve been running for so long, I can hardly even remember what a free and easy day feels like.

June cannot pass quickly enough for me.

I am drained.  Exhausted.  Tapped out.  Dry to the thigh.

I know, that’s a weird one right?  Dry to the thigh?  What does that mean?  Leina coined it when we were planting our seeds.  She’d check the dirt of  the bean pot and declare it was dry to the thigh and needed some water.   Clearly, this child has never looked closely at my thighs because they are anything but dry.  I’d go with juicy and jiggly and overstuffed.

Oh yes, did I mention that I also went shopping for a new bathing suit today?  I know, I know, bathing suit shopping is not something you should try and do on the spur of the moment with two small children when you are totally and completely tired out.  In fact, bathing suit shopping should be banned all together.  Instead, a little swimsuit wagon should pull up discretely to your house once a year so you could try on suits in the privacy of your own house where you could moan and sob without having the people in the next stall knock on your door and demand if everything was alright.

But I do not yet rule this world so instead we must all attempt to try on bathing suits in little stalls with lots of surrounding mirrors and no high heeled shoes to help you along.  And small children.  Who insist on opening and closing the co-ed changing room door right when you are at  your least presentable which is, lets face, at every moment when swimsuits are at hand.  My children did, however, redeem themselves by telling me I looked so pretty in the suits I was trying on that I decided to take them home with me instead of ditching them by the large screen TVs.  Joking!

As if that isn’t bad enough, you then have to pay for the swimsuit.  And it ain’t cheap!  I got one suit and the total was $80.  Um, hello?  Eighty buck for a piece of spandex that shows off the worse bits of me?  Really?  But lets face it, after the agony to the dressing room, the opening and closing of the door, the moaning and the weeping, and those awful mirror, the idea of shopping around and having to go through that all over again and again is just too much to take so instead you grab the suit that was the least awful and run for the register relieved that at least that’s over for the year.   Of course, you still have to wear the thing.  In public.  I front of other people, who I guarantee will be skinnier than you.  Yeah, today may have been a bad day to try and find swimwear.

But honestly, I am not happy with June.  There is too much to do and not enough time for me to lie around and read books.  June, so far, has been filled with end of the year school events, puking, doctor appointments, puking, graduations, puking in cars, and drama.  Yes, drama.  I prefer my drama on The Hills not in my house.  So June?  You can just pack up and take your sensitive little stomach home.  And take your stinkin’ swimsuits with you.

(The above entry was written with just a schooch of grumpiness.  Please do not be alarmed.  Or, not too alarmed.)