I actually wanted to talk/bitch about the sleeping problems that Ava has had lately, but that's going to have to wait because moi? Sick. The achy, feverish, gastrointestinal kind, and to say that I've enjoyed it would be a gross understatement. It sort of started last night after dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, I chalked it up to nerves and anxiety as Matthew was on a plane to Brazil and wasn't due in until after 1:00 AM. Then this morning I just felt off. I was up bright and early because I needed to get the mutt to the kennel so I could anxiously await my new cleaning lady's arrival! Ironic how I planned for her to come while Matthew was out of town don't ya think? Anyhoo, I had already made plans for my mom to get Ava because I knew if she didn't, she would be all up in cleaning lady's way. So while my upstairs was becoming spotless, I was holed up in the basement on the couch and I didn't leave it until cleaning lady left at 4, and then I resorted to the bed where I've been every since. I'm desperately waiting on someone to bring me soup, water and Sprite, but as of about 30 minutes ago the little one started vomiting too. I'm totally heartbroken that she's not with me and she feels like crap, but with Matthew gone I've been told by my mom to stay put. For once I don't care that there isn't someone here to take care of me, I just wish I was the one holding her instead of her grandma.
The good news about all of this is that my house looks amazing...cleaning lady has been hired to come every 4 weeks. I was also really planning on starting my diet today, and because I haven't put anything in my body that didn't taste like cardboard, I should be well on my way to that first week goal of 4 pounds.
The bad? This shit (pardon the expression) better vacate it's premises in time for Buffet on Thursday. The really bad? I don't have a babysitter as all of my sitters are going to the concert with me...must work on mother in law pronto.