Still Alive...Barely

Sorry for the week long hiatus. I'm full of excuses though. After finally pulling through that lovely cold and cough, I woke up Monday morning to horrible nausea. I attempted to shower only to find the effort of applying shower gel utterly exhausting. I got out. Walked to the kitchen and threw up in the sink. And lest you think I'm pregnant, I assure you that I am not. Because guess what, both ends of the body were impacted by this one. I spent the better part of Monday puking, shitting and sleeping. Yes, you're welcome for the TMI on that one. Tuesday was spent trying to eat solids and feel like a normal person again. By Wednesday I was back at work and completely overwhelmed by trying to fit the first three days of the week into one. Now I'm watching Jillian and her friend Kaycie and listening as that annoying guy on Blue's Clues explain how purple and red combine to make violet. And here I was thinking that purple and violet were the same thing.

Seriously folks this whole being sick constantly is getting downright silly. I know there is a baby in my household but since when did I develop the immunity of an infant? Can't I resist any of her germs? And for the record I'm not even sure if Jillian even had this particular bug. Sure she covered me in puke at a birthday party Saturday night forcing me to wear a friend's sweatpants with my rather cute red flats. But she's the sort of baby who will throw up several ounces seemingly for kicks and giggles. She never had diarrhea. Oh well. You should have seen the look of horror on my friends' faces as Jillian covered me in vomit. Finally proof positive that she is the pukiest baby out there.

Jeramy finished the master bedroom today. As in I can actually go sleep in there tonight. Now he just needs to finish the hallway and Jillian's new room. I only wish that it was done on Monday so that I could have enjoyed it while I felt like I was on my deathbed. Instead, I got to sleep on an air mattress since Jeramy had taken the waterbed down to paint and move it. (Yes folks, the 80's lives on in my house).

The kids rooms in this house are tiny so the rocker doesn't fit in Jillian's room. However there's plenty of room in here. I love the new carpet. I spent way more than I should have, but it is so plush. Almost as sweet as my late great grandmother's pristine pea green shag.

The entrance. Jeramy is so awesome that he built a little alcove for the TV equipment and then ran high-def wiring through the walls to the TV.

More closet space. I get the walk-in closet by the entrance that connects to the bathroom. It looks empty without my husband's clothes there as I have hardly anything compared with him. The closet on the right is dedicated to motorcycle gear. Really. And Cujo is quite happy that we finally have a carpeted room upstairs. This whole hardwood floors thing has been getting him down.

Electric fireplace. To heat the room and for romance.

I swear this room is bigger than our first apartment. Definitely nicer. We might just never leave.