Running On Fumes

I am such a bad blog buddy. I have not had time recently to visit my favorite blogs, and for that, I truly apologize. Every week, I think I am going to have some “me” time, and every week turns out to be just a different shade of crazy.

Georgia has had some severe diarrhea the last two days. Nothing else is wrong with her except diarrhea. That doesn’t seem worth dragging her into the doctor, because I know from experience, they will tell me absolutely nothing.

I feel so sorry for her. I changed five poopy diapers today, and no matter what I do, her little bottom just gets redder and redder. By late this afternoon, she was just walking around aimlessly screaming. I finally just took her pants off and let her walk around naked, crossing my fingers that she didn’t pee down her leg. It was the only thing that calmed her down. We were good until bedtime, when it was time for another poopy. Red face and screaming. And Georgia was bad, too. (ba boom ching) It took me about ½ an hour to get her to stop screaming after I changed her. My poor, poor baby.

I think it’s time to pull out the Passion products. Numbit, which is used for anal sex, is also great to numb diaper rash. I can’t believe I am just freaking thinking of that now. I am so tired, that didn’t even occur to me earlier. (Insert head slap here.)

Last night, Eric got to deal with the crazy children while I went to Let’s Dish. It’s one of those places where you go and prepare your dinners and bring them home and freeze them. We now have 20 dinners in our deep freeze ready to go. They look really good, too. Tonight we had Beef Roulade. Tomorrow night, I think we’re having the cheese tortellini in walnut sauce. Yum-o!

I was invited to a Let’s Dish party by a friend of a friend, so there were about a dozen of us at the place “dishing.” It turns out the friend of my friend is a lawyer, and so was about every other woman there. That was interesting. I have never been around that many lawyers at one time. Some of them said they were lawyers, and some of them said they were “attorneys.” Since we all know I don’t have a filter on my mouth, I asked WTF the difference was. I got – Blink. Blink. “Nothing.” Uh-huh.

It was even more interesting when they asked me what I did. “I’m a Passion Party consultant.” This usually caused a noticeable pause before they responded. I got a lot of “Oh. Really?” and “Do you like doing that?” For some reason, I get so entertained when people obviously don’t know what to think of me.

Anyway, the appointment wasn’t until 8:00 last night, and I didn’t get out of there until after 11:00. I was exhausted! Sure, they promote it as fun, but it’s honestly three hours on your feet, working your butt off, making 20 meals. I don’t know if it was the exhaustion or what, but I had a major Lupus flare-up today. Which reminds me, if I lose consciousness during mid-sentence, it will be my two Percocet kicking in.

But I’m not complaining. I have 12 individual molten chocolate cakes in my freezer. That makes it all worth while! And another good thing happened today. Remember the sadistic credit card people? Well, I finally got my flipping money! It only took a month. Grrrr . . .

Happy Friday, everyone!!