My Professional Life

1:27 a.m.

I awake to Paul’s voice asking, “Babe would you help me? I think Beanie is throwing up.”

“Did we have this conversation before?”

“No.”

“She didn’t throw up the other night?”

“No.”

“Oh, OK, I must have dreamt it.”

I staggered to my feet and we commenced to cleaning her crib, bathing her and getting her back to bed until round two when we did the same routine sans the bath. I think I missed round three but I was there with bells on for round four. Paul and I had a little spat as he got ready for work and I tried to figure out how I was going to do all I needed to do feeling like day old bologna while I chased my toddling time bomb. We apologized and I would have burst into tears as I hugged him goodbye but I didn’t even have the strength.

I bathed the Bean again this morning and she was a little dolphin,

“I am swimming to Nanica to get my Friend Cousin, Wennie.”

“Is she a baby dolphin too?”

“Yes, and I love her. “

She had one or two more rounds…I lost count…before her stomach finally settled. I think it is all behind us now, as are four loads of laundry and several patches of carpet.

I need to dash as I have so much to do, but I had to let you all know the next installment in the comedrama that is my life, as well, my last post sounded a tiny bit curmudgeony and we all know what a ray of sunshine I am.

We have company this weekend. Pray no one gets sick. They have been forewarned!

Also pray I get the 8,000 cans of paint out of the dining room.