I got out of the shower and saw a plain band-aid on my arm. I wondered why it wasn't a buzz lightyear band-aid. Then I remembered it was from the flu shot I did not administer myself.
Last night I did not blog because I had an American Beauty moment. We got home late and there was cat shit on the floor, the cats were screaming for food, and I forgot it was Thursday and the trash needed to go out. Amy was tired and went upstairs. I fed the cats and was picking up their poop when Io started throwing up in the livingroom. She threw up at least 6 times. And I picked that night, of all nights, to feed them chunky beef in gravy. After using all the paper towels and napkins, I finally clean it up, use Spot Shot to remove the stains, wipe it down with water, and vacuum. I finish what I was doing before she threw up and take out the trash. At some point I went upstairs to tell a sleeping Amy all the stuff I just did while she was sleeping. I went back downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table. Just sat there. I didn't know what to do, what to feel. I was empty, but full at the same time. Eventually I went upstairs to bed.
