that's what I'm taking. I sleep for a while then can't get back to sleep because of some pain. Most of the time it's supper chugging through my digestive system. Honestly, what doesn't come screaming out 15 minutes after I finish eating, chugs through on a 75 minute time schedule like I imagine British Rail time tables to be. So all evening I'm missing things and praying that when I'm so tired I can't keep my eyes open this last trip will be the last trip. But no, one sign of awakeness and the juices are flowing again. So this is the time I should be writing. And tonight I found some motivation. I want to build a house. I'm good at telling stories so I have to write a book to have the money to build this house.
Meanwhile, the tummy trouble hit me right after lunch today and kept after me all day long. My youngest wanted to go do something but I just couldn't and the little snot says " sometimes I think you don't have tummy trouble you just use that excuse because you don't want to leave the house." I have never used it as an excuse to avoid going somewhere just because I didn't want to go. I was honest, "mommy can't take you because she doesn't want to pack 2 changes of clothes and stop off and buy baby wipes just to get her through a trip to walmart to buy you another cheezy remote controlled item you'll break then take apart and leave all over my sectional." I have bought extra clothes on those trips and been accused of shoplifting when I had to change.
Another honesty, depends do not come in my size. I'm a big woman.
So we sat a home and I happily crocheted. I'm now on minute 10 of my 75 minute interval. I'm going to go start a new book.
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