Friday, February 02, 2007
Could I please have the defintion of the word?
Part of Speech:
a fear of vomiting
This is me. In a nutshell. I fear it. I loathe it. I abhor it. I lie awake next to children who are doing it, and get little to no sleep.
Queen Bee is trying to get me over that phobia. Tonight. And I am here. By myself. No reprieve. No husband to deal with it because, unlike me, he can wake up at the right time, and then fall back to sleep.
Me... I lie there. I listen. I anticipate every freaking move that is made. And then I start to get nervous around the time that I think another episode would be coming on.
The Queen has come down with a fever. Now, there have been times in the past when she does come down with one, she does get sick to her stomach. Once.
PLEASE DEAR GOD LET THIS BE ONE OF THOSE TIMES!!!!
Ace ... if you are reading this (which I doubt that you are), haul ass home tomorrow afternoon because .... ummm... yeah. Your ass needs to be here.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
Friday Feast # 1