well, well, well. as you all know, things never go as planned when you have a little one. never. today, i had planned to clean. you see, i am very much OCD and currently a non-practicing clean freak. that title ceased to exist when karsyn was born. i'm trying to take the "non-practicing" part off and put the rest of it to good use now. so far, it's been a little difficult, but i did clean 1 bathroom and 1/2 a bedroom today. that's a good start right? another 3/4 of a house to go. sigh.
here's where the plans changed. my poor baby is sick. i swear i have a sign on me somewhere that says "please puke on me" or "loves smelling like vomit". she's had fever for 2 days now. AND, you guessed it, tonight she puked all over me. nice. just what i wanted. she just ate and was walking around. came right up to me and blew chunks right on my chest while i was sitting on the floor. it was a scene quite reminiscent of the night my favorite man did the EXACT SAME THING! if you see that sign, please take it off or at least point it out, but don't even think about joining the "puke on erin club". it's full.
she's nice and asleep now, sure to sleep off the bug. let's hope.
i did have planned a post about my biggest loser adventure and the gift my sweet friend gave to me. maybe i can sneak in some time tomorrow.