I'm a bit stymied about what to write about. I don't really want to write more about the stomach illness that is debilitating both Zac and I. I will say that I felt so bad last night that the sound of my puking caused Zac to start puking as well. There was something particularly awful about that.
I don't really want to write more about Mr. Tugboat, who e-mailed me to tell me that he "made the mistake" of reading my blog last night.
Zac is home with his PaPa today, watching "Dora the Explorer" (MNS - You were so right about that show! My Dad said that he is hooked and won't stop watching it. I'm so glad that I took your advice and bought Z-man a DVD. On a side note - am I the only American Mom out there that was concerned that her child wasn't interested in watching anything on the giant, talking box before now? Jeez, with all the research focused on the effects of television watching on infants and early toddlers, you would think that I would be thrilled with Zac's refusal to participate in one of my favorite past times. I wasn't. I worried about it because even when something is good, I worry. That's just how I am, especially as a Mom).
This is day 4 of an internal dialogue that goes something like, "If I'm sick and I have sick time still available, I should go home. Why the hell am I still here?" then, "Well, I should suck it up and try to do something at work and I can always close the door at lunch and sleep on the floor. I took a sick day last week and I'm started to be viewed as irresponsible."
Then again, it might make me a bad employee if puke in office kitchen while trying to heat up some oatmeal. Employers tend to frown on that.