Monday, January 07, 2008


The holiday season kind of got on top of me this year. I feel like I should have phoned the police.

For any of you participating in Pru's card swap- I JUST GOT THE CARDS IN THE MAIL TODAY. That's how much I suck. My mother has been known not to get hers in the post until the end of January, so I am at least beating genetics at this point, although not by much.

The Prawn is poorly, you see. I have discovered in the last few days that a) baby snot should be recycled as an industrial grade lubricant b) that there is no good way of taking the temperature of someone who has not yet reached the age of reason and c) that I never thought that I'd complain because she stopped fighting me when I tried to change her clothes or that she slept in until 8 am.

I can at least be grateful that (knock wood) she does not seem to have the virus which causes explosions in both the north and the south, if you catch my drift. As much as I would love to seal her in a plastic bubble until this nasty little Rotovirus disappears, I think I will have to settle for not taking her out in public for a while. I have issues with vomit, you see. While newborn vomit is mostly milk, the Prawn has now aquired adult style yak, which unfortunately also makes me want to heave. All that time worrying about diapers and it never occurred to me that I might have to clean up chunder. Ack.

On that pleasant note, I bid you adieu. I have a husband at home who requires Crunchy Nut Cornflakes, stat.


PiquantMolly said...

Sweetheart, don't sweat it. I haven't even PROCURED my cards yet. And I have no vigorously vomiting infant to use as an excuse.

Becky said...

I'm a nurse, and as such, I'm expected to be okay with some of the most disgusting stuff on the planet, and not show a hint of how I really feel about maggots in wounds, etc. And mostly, I am.

Barf, however, sends me running as far away as possible.

Give Prawners a smootch for me and tell her to feel better soon.

lisalou said...

What? We have to clean up yak too? No fair!
Get well soon little prawn.

MsPrufrock said...

Yeah, what Molly said. I'm her lady love, and yet, nothing.

Hey, you sent my facial wipe blotting things sharpish, which was very impressive. You can't do everything.