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Jack's still having tummy troubles, thankfully of a less painful nature than last night's.
*I'm* having tummy troubles, less painful than his of last night but still enough to preclude my planned payday-morning trip to get groceries.
We're almost out of apple juice. Around here, this is the equivalent of a radish famine in Fraggle Rock.
Mark's still in a pissy mood because I would not interrupt Jack's emergency bath to fetch him apple juice. See above.
And I let my fear and panic regarding bloodwork lead me to continually procrastinate getting it done. The followup appt, which was in part to discuss the bloodwork results, is this afternoon. I fully expect Disapproving Stares of Disapproval from both the doctor and my husband when he gets back this afternoon.
Sigh.
*I'm* having tummy troubles, less painful than his of last night but still enough to preclude my planned payday-morning trip to get groceries.
We're almost out of apple juice. Around here, this is the equivalent of a radish famine in Fraggle Rock.
Mark's still in a pissy mood because I would not interrupt Jack's emergency bath to fetch him apple juice. See above.
And I let my fear and panic regarding bloodwork lead me to continually procrastinate getting it done. The followup appt, which was in part to discuss the bloodwork results, is this afternoon. I fully expect Disapproving Stares of Disapproval from both the doctor and my husband when he gets back this afternoon.
Sigh.
