Man, I don't know if it was that Chinese food I ate yesterday or what. I'm just not feeling too good. And my sweetie is feeling pretty rotten too.
Sport rushed into our bedroom about 6:00 this morning and headed for the bathroom. After a minute he called out, "I threw up, Mom!" Those terrible words no mother likes to hear. "Did you get it in the toilet?" I responded. "No," he hesitated, "On my bed."
I moaned and rolled over. Thankfully my sweetie was right on it. That's probably why he is sick. Maybe I'm just having sympathy pains.
I did managed to drag myself out of bed just after 7:00. Our Co-ed Volleyball team had an 8:00 game. It was pool play and that means three teams were supposed to play and only two would get to advance to the tournament next week. We split games with the first group, and we were very grateful to see that the third team never showed up so we advanced as the second place team.
After a baby shower, we started on the Saturday chores. The Dog Walker and I tackled the "food store" or storage room. It was in terrible shape and we had been avoiding it for a while now. It took us about 3 hours to get everything sorted and rotated.
Then we watched Miracle on 34th Street and folded a huge pile of laundry. Then, just for fun I tackled the coloring corner. But now I'm tired and my tummy hurts. So I sent the Dog Walker down to take some pretty pics of our hard work. Yeah, that's how I feed my big family. You always wanted to know, didn't you?