Ceebee's Journal, 26 April 2011

well I did not die.. although I have fallen off the wagon.. really I was pushed. So when we last met I was doing fine.. and my son was getting over his illness (april 15 was when it started and ended on the 18) tuesday was good. Wednesday was a pisser some boy slapped my son in the in gym class and told him he sucked.. then thursday it all fell apart. I realized that if we were going to see the Easter bunny it had to be done that night. I spent the whole day dealing with shopping, teacher stuff for the slapping thing. Then baths and easter bunny. It was 615 when we got home. I was exhausted so my husband took us out to dinner. Then my dog (23 lbs) ate a 4 oz bar of bakers chocolate. I had been in a hurry trying to get out of the house.. so I put away the cold stuff and left the dry goods out.. he ate the chocolate bar.. 2 oz is toxic 4 oz is death.. well he puked it up and did not die. (Friday) The next day he could barely walk. I took him to the vet we had to do charcoal every 3 hours. My in laws came over to watch the kids so we could go out to a bday party.. I had called to see how the dog was doing.. and found out my daughter was puking. She then proceeded to puke 34 hours.. yes.. 34 hours. We went to the er Sunday morning at 345 am and got home around 6am. Long day.. on sunday.. then monday rolls around my daughter was starting to come around. I had to keep her home from school.. Then that night (monday) My son started getting saucy.. he ate no dinner.. and had "intestinal distress". We get ready for bed and I go into his room to sing to him.. and he started puking everywhere. So that for those of you at home is 11 days with only 2 in there where someone was not puking on me or having sharting issues. So starting Thursday evening I kind of gave up on good choices. I will start back up tomorrow. I will weigh in .. but I am not going to record till next wed. I know I have gone up.. but I would guess alot from salt. So I have had a terrible couple of days and my food choices were the least of my worries.. I was in survival mode. :P here is hoping my son feels much better tomorrow. He just called me to his room and he now has a fever.. I wont lie.. I feel sorry for him he has had the pukes TWICE in 10 days.. I feel bad for my daughter she had the pukes for 34 hours and had to go to the er.. to get meds to stop puking. I feel bad for the dog he was miserable for 2 days. But I also feel sorry for me.. cause I have had to take care of all of them.. and I am exhausted. I am tired of puke buckets, sore bottoms, cleaning floors, extra laundry and kids that are miserable. (even though they had the right to be it is still trying) So I am sorry I have not been on.. and my pants are sorry I have not been making good food choices :P. I have not quit or gone off the deep end.. I was just overwhelmed with life.