Sometimes I work when I'm at work...

but sometimes I play on the computer. Right now I have to tell you about my day. I had to take my pee to the urology clinic after work and get blood drawn (TMI?) The nurse put a bandaid on my arm even though I told her not to (she was just SURE I needed it) and for some reason I react to them and my skin is torn off. I got home and went to bed thinking I had to get up to get the girls by 3:00 because Donald had a meeting. The first time I woke up he was calling to tell me that he moved his meeting so he would pick them up after all. The second time I woke up it was 1:30 it was the school calling to tell me that Anna was in the office with a stomach ache. I called Donald to go get her and the third time I woke up was when they came home. Donald left for his meeting and Anna got in bed with me. Donald got Grace at 3:00 and that was the fourth time I woke up. Then, (get ready, this is the worst part) I was getting ready for work, Anna was doing her homework and spilled orange pop all over it and everything else. I mopped the floor, tried to dry off the homework and she started saying her stomach hurt again. Then she went to the doorway of the bathroom-- not in to the bathroom or near the toilet, just to the doorway, and projectile puked 3 times ALL OVER EVERYTHING! It was 5:45 and I leave at 6:15. Yes, it then turned in to a barf-o-rama. I will spare you the details of the clean up, but at one point, Anna said, "I don't even remember eating anything that looks like that!" I told her to get in the shower. Then I came to work and it's been ok, except for the extreme premature delivery I had to go to.

That's all I know. When I think of more stupid stories that you probably don't care about I will post again. I wish I had a picture of my bathroom but that might have been over the line of scrimmage.