Today is my birthday. Well, technically I'm writing this on Saturday but you know what, I've never really given a crap about technicalities.
In fact, I'm going to say that technically, I'm still in my late twenties. Except for a pesky few years.
Technically.
Anyway, it's been a week full of busyness around here (thus the lack of posting all week) but it's been a good busy. If you like lots of diapers and kids and a general lack of organization.
So, today (er...yesterday technically) is/was my birthday.
Woop.
Unfortunately, I think I got a mild case of food poisoning from my birthday dinner out on Thursday night. Either that or Memaw forgot to take her geritol and the spinach/pine nut/caper/peppered pizza (gravy it was GOOD) made me gassy and my stomach queasy all day long.
See? I am a Memaw. There I go talking about my bowel habits. Mercy. If I excuse myself to the kitchen to "clean up" so that I can secretly pass gas then I'll change my name to Gertrude and call it a day.
Mercy.
Anyway, earlier today after I finally, FINALLY, got Ella to sleep and convinced her that she's only 6.5 months old and despite her own "I'm going to stay awake all day like I'm 6 years instead of 6 months" thinking she still needs to take a nap, preferably two a day, I laid down myself just in time for Lucas and Ashlee to get up.
Gotta love that timing. Normally those 2 don't take naps but seeing as how they both woke up earlier that normal and they were both beginning to have meltdowns over who's Chick-fil-a cow was whose (even though we have 6 that are IDENTICAL) I figured naps were in order today.
And I wasn't feeling well. Did I mention the stomach churning and the gas? (Hello, may name is Gertrude.)
I'm getting somewhere, I promise.
So seeing as how I felt like not moving so the rolling in my stomach would somehow subside, I did what any good Mother would do and I put the oldest 3 in front of the TV with a bin (yes a BIN) of Goldfish and went to sleep.
Except.
OHMYWORDSTOPWIGGLING.
WORM IN HOT ASHES.
How can you make the whole bed shake and you are sitting on the floor? So finally, I sit up (mind you my hair has mostly worked it's way out of a ponytail, I'm flushed and GASSY) and I say,
"Please guys. Just sit and watch TV and eat your snack! Mommy doesn't feel well."
To which Elizabeth responds with,
"Are you pregnant?"
Oh mercy. That kid.
(And no. I'm not.)