Yesterday was kind of stressful. Joshua and I woke up and started our day like we always do and then he threw up his milk.
(And let me just say that vommed milk is disgusting. Even more disgusting than vommed yogurt. And I gagged, even though I bragged about not ever gagging when he puked. That’s what I get for bragging. Lesson learned, universe.)
Anyway, he was cranky all day yesterday. I didn’t know if he had a bug or if the vomiting was a one-time thing, so I fed him Cheerios and bananas and applesauce and gave him water and juice all day. He wasn’t happy. (But what I fed him is basically all he’ll eat anyway…)
I was thankful for Dan to get home from work to provide some back-up. But he was cranky. So then I got cranky and we were just the Cranky McCrankersons yesterday evening. We were so cranky at dinner that I actually said to Dan “I’m not talking to you for the rest of the night” which lasted until we got in the car. Because I can’t NOT talk. I think I’m physically incapable of not talking.
Anyway, we worked through our case of the cranks and drank some wine and watched some TV and actually ended up having a good evening.
And then I woke up this morning and it feels like all is right with the world (except the husband is still cranky over not having any bacon in the house…).
It’s just been a peaceful morning.
Joshua woke up in a good mood, ate some more cheerios (seriously, can he beCOME a Cheerio? Does General Mills need a new spokesbaby for Cheerios??) and had some milk. We all watched Elmo’s World. I drank coffee and worked on a design for Dan. Joshua monstered around the house.
It’s just been really peaceful.
Really normal.
I like it.
I want to figure out a way to bottle it up and open it and take a long drink whenever I start feeling stressed.