Someone just had to ask the forbidden question…”what next?”
Well, we received word that Marni’s Grandmother (not the one whose husband just passed away) is in the hospital with pneumonia, a bladder infection, and gall stones. And as if that is not bad enough, we just discovered that Carolyn had thrown up some time after we put her to bed earlier tonight and she had been asleep in it since. Marni opened the door to put some clothes away and almost passed out.
We came home a bit earlier from a family birthday gathering with all of the cousins, that will make their parents really happy.
Carolyn had dried puke in her hair and on her face. I have discovered that strawberry shampoo only makes the smell worse. I am thinking of sleeping in the car tonight, it may be colder, but the pleasing odor would be better than what I am getting in here.
So, I am not saying I will not be in, I don’t know that yet. I am just notifying you of the possibility that (Yuck!! Carolyn is on bended knee, paying homage to the porcelain king again) I may be needed here in the morning or that I may not get much sleep tonight since Sammy was complaining of a tummy ache earlier as well.
This November is going to go down in the Journal as a not fun one, one to be hopefully forgotten very soon. Between the dishwasher, the washing machine, Melanie’s cough freaking me out every few minutes and the foul odor wafting through the house, I could be in for a long night.
Hopefully dreaming of a peaceful Thanksgiving,
Jamie
