I'm Still Up!

Okay, so this didn't make it into the twenty-four-hour period we label as "Wednesday." But it's still in my Wednesday, as I'm still awake. It's been a crazy kind of day, and I got sucked into a late Mexican Train Dominoes game with Joanna, Kathie, and Jen which went on for, I am fairly certain, thirty-five hours. Add onto that the literally heart-stopping peanut-butter-sugar-chocolate popcorn Jen made, and you've got a recipe for late-night weirdness.

So this will be short, as I'd like to catch a few minutes' sleep before the boys awaken me (when I'm home, it's my job to rise with the boys--Joanna is no early bird and my work days are hard on her).

The main thought I have for today is you just don't know what fun is until you've had to give your child an enema. That is, you can't really appreciate "fun" until you've experienced its polar opposite. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it's pretty high among the most unpleasant. Poor kid was suffering from the dietary madness that comes with all the traveling we've been doing this past week. I now know far more about a child's digestive tract than I had ever imagined myself knowing. I had never envisioned having a great deal of knowledge in that arena at all, really. Thankfully everyone's fine now, and I shall spare you further details as I like you and don't want to ruin your appetite.

That is all for now. Sweet non-colonic-related dreams, all.