November 1 is National Eat Your Child’s Candy Day and I can’t even play this year. Babystar started puking yesterday afternoon and didn’t stop until after midnight, like some sort of freshman sorority girl. No Trick-or-Treating for us.
So I guess her SEVENTH costume was the girl from The Exorcist. Man, she really committed.
My sweet Teenager brought Halloween inside to the sick ToddlerMonster by surrounding us with a glow stick, a couple of plastic pumpkins, and her Halloween balloon. And some chocolate but I ate it so fast I barely remember its existence. Babystar woke up once, looked around, and said ‘kitty.’ I put her new kitty jacket over her pajamas, put my kitty onesie on over my uniform yoga pants, and we went outside. She liked looking at the decorations and the trick-or-treaters (from a safe ten foot germ-free distance). After about fifteen minutes, she puked again. And back inside we went.
We spent this morning at the doctor’s office. I actually already had an appointment because I am psychic except not really. The Teenager needed a physical for school and Babystar was meant to get her second installment of the Baby Flu Shot. I talked to the doctor during the Teenagers appointment and she told me to hold off on the flu shot and I didn’t need to worry since the baby was finally keeping fluids down and peeing. PLUS the nurse had already taken Babystar’s temperature in preparation for her shot so we knew that she didn’t have a fever.
They only charged me for the Teenager’s visit so I basically committed medical fraud.
AND I didn’t even remember to get my standard butterscotch flavored dumdum lollipop. Damn. The Universe does NOT want me to have candy today.
RAISING BABYSTAR: $12,974.80
Oh, hey, I’m gonna try to do this NaBloPoMo thing this year. One blog post per day in November. I don’t spend money every day so this should be interesting. Or incredibly boring. There is only one way to find out.
Is anyone else out there doing NaBloPoMo this year?
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