And this is how it must feel to live at the base of Mt. Saint Helens. Will it erupt today? Tomorrow? Five minutes from now? You can feel the rumbles, see the smoke begin to rise. You can run but you cannot hide. You cannot outrun the flowing lava. Alright, I don't live there, but I am living with a puking toddler, close enough! Poor little guy has had the pukes since Tuesday. Our livingroom floor is covered with make-shift drop clothes to catch the mess and lessen the amount of carpet scrubbing. My washing machine has never been busier. Hopefully, it will all end soon and it will skip over Aubrey.
Chuck is back on night turn! The poor man's body clock may be forever confused! So now his nights are filled with work and his days are filled with sleep and an occasional interruption to keep Aubrey and the dog out of the mess created by Evan.
Aubrey has been quite the "Princess" this week. She is in a stage that she cries if you walk past her, look at her funny, or if the wind blows in the wrong direction. She tries to get Evan in trouble by screaming and crying when he gets too close, even though he has done nothing to harm her (most of the time)! She is capitalizing on his being sick and crawls over and beats on his head or pulls his hair. She has also started letting go and standing without holding on to anything! Life is a real trip around her these days.
As for me, I feel I am stuck in Groundhog day. Same thing, different day. I dream of warm days and dry diapers.
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