Still pukey. Still on the couch. I did manage to get three loads of laundry done with a crippled washing machine (not spinning correctly), so I'm pretty proud. Oh! I also managed to cook a pot of hamburger soup today as well. I have to cook around 11 am or I just can't do it. These are major accomplishments for a woman who lays on the couch most days moaning and trying to talk herself out of throwing up!
The Mad Monk is plum worn out! He has been doing triple time around here. He works his normal hours plus he cleans, shops and has run out for every craving I've had. He juggles work, spending time with the littles and a myriad of other things and doesn't complain one ounce. He is THE man. He is MY man. And for that, I am thankful.