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Oddities...
Apr. 24th, 2005 10:05 pmThis was the first of my new "short" weekend. Next weekend I have a 3 day weekend, but on the alternating weeks, I go in at 6am on Saturday and get off at 3. I'm then off on Sunday. Yesterday, I was beat. I took Morgan to spend the night with a friend and Max and I both crashed out about 8:30.
This morning, I got up and got moving pretty early as I had stuff to move this afternoon.
One of my team leaders is moving. They had a LOT of stuff they were getting rid of. I scored a microwave, a bed frame (that's actually what prompted him to offer stuff they were getting rid of, and wouldn't you know...I forgot to grab that today!), a dresser, a chest of drawers with a neat little sliding door compartment in it, a china hutch and a wine rack. OH! And a box of hot cocoa. *mmmmm*
Earlier in the day, Max came in and said "Mom, I thought I had to fart, but I had a little accident. I don't want to put my underwear in the wash because Nana will laugh at me." So I covered him and all was well. He played outside a bit. Then he went to the bathroom again. He mentioned that it was...well...you know...ANYHOW!!! Right before some of my additional muscle showed up, I walk in and Max is in the bathroom throwing up.
So I make him up a nice little roost on the couch with a bucket and all. He says "I'm hungry". He's got these huge dark circles under his eyes. But he insists that he's just hungry. We have about a 30 minute discussion on why I am NOT going to fix him ravioli. He settles for cheese and crackers.
So, during the trip to Mandeville and back to Gonzales, I call a few times. He's fine. Had one trip to the bathroom, but he hadn't thrown up again. Hmmmm.
After moving all the stuff, I picked the kids up and took them out to see the progress. I made him bring the bucket...just in case, ya know.
So, we come home to find that my mom had fixed spaghetti. She makes really greasy spaghetti. So I fix Max a PB&J. He takes like half a bite of each side and says he's done. Hmmm.
Just now, he says "Mom, I'm hungry". He has some cheese and crackers and a bowl of noodles. He insists he doesn't need the bucket.
Strangest thing I've ever seen. *boggle*
And now...I shall pass the hell out.
This morning, I got up and got moving pretty early as I had stuff to move this afternoon.
One of my team leaders is moving. They had a LOT of stuff they were getting rid of. I scored a microwave, a bed frame (that's actually what prompted him to offer stuff they were getting rid of, and wouldn't you know...I forgot to grab that today!), a dresser, a chest of drawers with a neat little sliding door compartment in it, a china hutch and a wine rack. OH! And a box of hot cocoa. *mmmmm*
Earlier in the day, Max came in and said "Mom, I thought I had to fart, but I had a little accident. I don't want to put my underwear in the wash because Nana will laugh at me." So I covered him and all was well. He played outside a bit. Then he went to the bathroom again. He mentioned that it was...well...you know...ANYHOW!!! Right before some of my additional muscle showed up, I walk in and Max is in the bathroom throwing up.
So I make him up a nice little roost on the couch with a bucket and all. He says "I'm hungry". He's got these huge dark circles under his eyes. But he insists that he's just hungry. We have about a 30 minute discussion on why I am NOT going to fix him ravioli. He settles for cheese and crackers.
So, during the trip to Mandeville and back to Gonzales, I call a few times. He's fine. Had one trip to the bathroom, but he hadn't thrown up again. Hmmmm.
After moving all the stuff, I picked the kids up and took them out to see the progress. I made him bring the bucket...just in case, ya know.
So, we come home to find that my mom had fixed spaghetti. She makes really greasy spaghetti. So I fix Max a PB&J. He takes like half a bite of each side and says he's done. Hmmm.
Just now, he says "Mom, I'm hungry". He has some cheese and crackers and a bowl of noodles. He insists he doesn't need the bucket.
Strangest thing I've ever seen. *boggle*
And now...I shall pass the hell out.
