Lunch (Yippee) Hour Post

Well, I not only made it into work, I ate my first meal since the pathetic attempt at chicken soup yesterday, which was my first meal since Sunday night. Nice to be able to renourish oneself. Of course, last night I collapsed at nine and slept until 7:45. My collapse was preceded by the FoilKid succumbing to whatever it was that I had, all over her homework. Got her cleaned up and ready for bed, when she declared that she was ever so much better and could we please read The Wind in the Willows.

If I were a more suspicious mother (which I'm not, I'm an official doter -- or as Innana describes, with explanatory alphabetic arm gestures accompanying and a smirk on her otherwise serene face*, an "M-O-T-H-E-R"), I'd think the FoilKid arranged the projectile vomiting to get out of the rest of her homework, but really, that sort of thing can't be feigned without real effort. But no. It was real. Only twenty minutes later, she (and everything else) was all cleaned up and she was cuddling with me while I read to her. She awoke this morning ready for school and cheerful. I still couldn't manage breakfast. Fortunately, my blessed babysitter sent me to bed last night after reading The Wind in the Willows and didn't let the kids wake me this morning. I need to do something very nice for that woman.

Anyway, finally, lunchtime is here, and I managed a light lunch, I've actually gotten some work done, and I talked to Innana and she says I sound like myself (not all fuzzy). Now, where were we? Foreclosure? Lawsuits? More later.

"I used the birth control" she says, which is really snarky for a fertility goddess, I'd say.