Some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug,...and somedays, you're covered in puke.

Since H has started working full-time again, at a job with good pay, I am staying home more with Little Man. And while I love him to pieces, it's been kinda hard to adjust to staying home again. I am still trying to work two days a week. Why would I do this, you ask, since the pay isn't much and the hours would be slim indeed? Well, working this job, I believe that I have found something I really like doing. I am also surrounded by some awesome women at work. And I am gaining skills that are invaluable to my future career plans, both computer skills and office skills.

I've never worked someplace that I could actually say I really loved it. In other jobs, the work was either tedious or boring, or the coworkers were...well, less than desireable coworkers...to put it nicely. But this job has a wonderful blend of good, productive work, great coworkers, and intellectual stimulation.

So, staying home is a bit tough some days. Little Man is getting a jumpstart on his "terrible twos" and his Irish is showing. Of course, I'm often the same kind of stubborn, and I don't have a drop of Irish in me. So, I may have just disproved that stereotype. A-n-y-w-a-y....

Today, he was quite calm, but was also puking all morning. Poor kiddo. His stomach was pretty unhappy with something and it was determined to evict it. We were sitting on the couch, cuddling, and OUT it came again. After he was done, I was scooping him up in his blanket, puke and all, to head to the bath, and he looked back at the covered couch and said, "Ewww." I just laughed and agreed, "Yeah, ewww."

After a long nap, he looked much better and has kept everything down since. Before bed though, he was passing some hellacious gas. At least it's on that end of the works now and there's a diaper there to catch anything spontaneously combusting on that end of things. TMI...I know, TMI.