After last weeks episode when I tried to do my child in, we’ve had a rough week. I’ve done more laundry this week then I have done in my entire life. The sheets go out of the dryer, onto the crib and back into the washing machine. It’s a literal wash, rinse, repeat around here. We went to the doctor yesterday and she said it’s just a virus, nothing they can really do for her. Just keep an eye on her. She said something about if the diarrhea continues come Tuesday, we can get a poop sample kit, put saran wrap in her diaper and collect some samples. Seems like a lot of work when I can just bring in her clothes.
Courtney has big bags under her eyes and has spent most of the week glued to my side, sitting on the couch. Oddly, when she’s not on my lap, she’s sitting in the kitchen, on the floor, in the corner. I don’t quite get it but she seems happy. She’s also not eating anything, and that kind of freaks me out. I’m not forcing food on her, because when I did that last week, there was vomit and it was in my hair. But I’d really feel better if she’d just eat something. I even made Kraft mac & cheese and she wouldn’t touch it. Not one noodle. (Paul, the entire box is in the fridge, help yourself.) Last night I put her to bed half and hour earlier than normal and she could have cared less.
Paul had a reprieve last night and went to some surfing movie debut thing. Or so he says. Some likely story about them showing a movie in a bar. Right, because that makes good business sense. He even went and got his hair cut for the event. This story gets fishier and fishier with every passing moment.
After my own little stomach thing at the beginning of the week, which laid me up Sunday and prevented me from eating food on Monday. Unheard of. Me, not eating food. I kicked butt with the exercise, I did the Banish Fat Boost Metabolism Jillian Michaels DVD on Wednesday, and it kicked my ass. All. Over. The place. It’s like I’d never worked out a minute in my life.
With Paul gone, I made tis for myself for dinner. I modified the recipe and instead of using the carrots and celery, I used mushrooms and squash. I think there was too much curry but curry or no curry, Paul would have despised it. I, thought it was delish. The next time Paul goes out, which who knows when that will be, I’d make it again. I think you could change up the curry and tumeric, use something else and then add feta cheese. Don’t ask me what that something else is, I’ haven’t a clue. Really, I can’t cook and stink at following directions so maybe someone else can tell me to do so it would go well with feta.
There were a couple of bright points this week. (Oh, and hopefully some Colombian food for dinner this weekend. Hmmm, Colombian food….)
