The definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over expecting different results, or so I’ve heard. If this were true then I’d be insane, or maybe just stupid. I don’t think I want to be either, but alas there is evidence to the contrary and in a court of law (if they had laws about this stuff) I would be guilty.
Let me give you some background. I am a mother of three boys. I was sick the whole pregnancy with each of them. The last day I puked was the day I gave birth. All three pregnancies that has been how they played out.
Before that even as a child, when I got sick, I was a puker. I remember one year I got sick every month fro the first quarter. I remember my mom staying up with me because I was puking every fifteen minutes. She said it was like timing contractions.
On top of all that I was also a sympathy puker. Didn’t matter if I wasn’t sick, if I saw someone else having an episode, I couldn’t help myself but join in.
Now back to the present. My older boys (my oldest being the worst) have inherited this lovely trait, poor fellas. Over the years we have cleaned cars, bunk beds, stuffed animals, walls carpets etc. So you would think that with all of this experience I would know that when I serve my youngest hot dogs and chocolate milk that his dinner would be coming back for an encore later.
This unhappy 😦 meal has followed me for almost 10 years. So I am telling you today that hot dogs and chocolate milk are banned. They are like a binary poison, each alone benign, but together
The saddest part is my little one was crying at around 2am and I was all “I’m not getting up you will have to learn to fall asleep yourself.” He did, but in his own essence. The one time I don’t get up this happens. I’m never going to sleep again.
At least I have learned one thing over the years… rinse before wash. The chunks don’t just disappear in the machine.
Bet you started out thinking I was going to say I was pregnant again. Hee hee.