Today is Monday and it is acting like a Monday. (I hate it when stereotypes live up to their reputation).
Today started out fine. Thanks to the greatest hubby ever, I slept for the first time in a few nights. I woke up at the time I planned. Got ready… all is well. Got the Bean ready in her cute new jeans that Grandma got her over the weekend. (To go with the dozens and dozens of outfits we have for fall and winter.)
Then I came downstairs and took the pups out. So far so good.
Then I started to feed the dogs. Itty still won’t eat. She hasn’t really been eating for about a month, today was no exception. Frustrating, but I go with it. I put the food down early, then let her pout at the food while I fix the Bean’s food and get her fed. This morning, with folks in town, a few other things are necessary and I move along with them.
Open the fridge to get milk for the Bean — damn. Almost out. Enough for breakfast, but need to go to store so she has some for school. Apparently it is a hotter item in the house than planned. Alas, we move on. I figure out how to build this into my day as my mom comes down and offers to go to the store to get some more. (Yay Mom!)
Just about the time Bean is finishing the milk and I am ready to feed her the sweet potatoes, she proceeds to projectile vomit all that she had to eat so far this morning. Continue reading