Outnumbered Two to One

What’s that you HASAY ? Figure it out for yourself.

Even as I sat down this evening to type out my update, I heard the tiny little coughs echoing from down the hall. My fingers frozen over the keyboard, as I waited for them to subside. Instead they increased in volume and strength - from a mild clearing of the throat to a violent hacking.

Of course, I knew what would come next.

I pushed the laptop away and darted to my son’s bedroom where he lay sleeping and coughing, coughing, coughing, the final phlegmy vestige triggering at last that gag reflex I’ve come to know and loathe love. I lifted him swiftly from his crib and held him away from my body as I tried to make it to the bath tub before the first…

HURL.

Too late.

I made it as far as the dining room before a full eight ounces of Very Vanilla soy milk erupted out of him. The little yellow bits were corn, whole unchewed kernels of it.

Yay.

Perhaps this is what I needed. Because after I got down on my hands and knees to clean up barf, then tucked my tender little kidling in for his night-night, my appetite, that hankering I had for a Valentine’s day iced sugar cookie…it was no more.

Too bad I can’t say that for the rest of my week.

But with my blahs and the cold bug and the cold snap, my exercise routine has been pretty inconsistent, my healthy eating, mediocre at best.

Would it be better to not say anything at all?

I’m sure my Wii Fit and I will have plenty to talk about tomorrow…as long as the kids are keeping their foods down that is.

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