Ugh, ugh, ack.
What a gross Monday already, and we've only just begun.
The Bad News: Yesterday's marinara sauce hit me like a steam boat and I was up all night facing the repercussions of having avoided tomatoes for a year (pregnancy and all). Ick.
I have a Department Head meeting today at work to discuss the next three months, and none of all three can I even begin to consider since my immediate future continues to hold for me a reservation with the porcelain god.
THEN, after that Department Head meeting I get to do a round with the Team meeting. Oh great. Now I get to fake just how happy I am to hear everyone's opinions. And to think that there was a special request for us all to have happy, open minds... My mind is open for sure, but my bathroom door - not so much. Ick.
Oh Monday! How you hate me so.
The good news: baby didn't not wake up once during my dates with said porcelain god. That means Murphy (and his laws) can piss off! hah!
AND - Middle Child woke up so pleasant and happy and bouncy! A rare treat indeed!
Ick. Back to remind said porcelain god I haven't forgotten how to find him. Must be a 'him' if I feel this icky.