i am at home, the girls are at school, and i feel like a truck's run over me.
friday night we were unknowingly exposed to the stomach flu...(we had dinner with friends Lucy & Lola since their daddy was also out of town) and by sunday afternoon abby started vomiting. my girls haven't yet had enough experience puking, so they don't know to run to the toilet. fortunately my new nickname has become, "The Vomit Catcher," or "The Vomit Anticipator." I have become quite good at both of these jobs...but unfortunately I've also succumbed to the literal interpretation of the former nickname, as I have caught the vomit virus myself. Izzy remains healthy, and I hope she escapes it altogether, but I'm not getting my hopes up. There's something about cleaning vomit chunks out of the barrel of the washing machine that takes motherhood to a whole new level.
i am achy and cold and my stomach and head hurt. i am on the couch watching "The Truth About Cats and Dogs," one of my all-time favorite movies. i am marveling at the size of the cordless phones in this movie--it's hilarious. i love the character of Abby (played by Janeane Garofalo), whom I completely identify with...it's a classic.
time for a nap and/or a bath. i am disgusting and need to recharge.
I'm a writer, a reader, and a stay-at-home mom of twin girls. Makeup is my enemy, but Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay is my best friend at the end of a long day. I'm not afraid to say what I think anymore. I believe in being green and giving lots of hugs. I believe in apologizing when I'm wrong. I believe in love. I believe that one person can make a difference. I'm working on believing in myself. I'm on a powerful and arduous journey here. Are you up for the challenge? Join me!