R came home Monday with asthma flare-ups. She doesn't have the typical wheezing asthma. Oh no no. My special Piglet has cough-variant asthma, which means she coughs and coughs non-stop until she either can't cough anymore or throws up - whichever comes first. It's usually vomit. I had to take her to the allergist where her medicine was increased. Luckily that seems to be working. And no vomit this time. Aren't I lucky?
And how sweet of her to point out the "mosquito bites" on my face while we were waiting for the doctor. She also raised my shirt and used my belly button as a mouth to say the old "chubby" jokes. You know the ones, "my momma's chubby, my daddy's chubby, and I'm chubby." Yes, she did that with my belly button.
Tuesday night (a/k/a last night) E had the first softball game in her tournament. We play again tonight and possibly again Friday night and possibly again Saturday. Really? For a team that lost most of its games this season, we sure are playing a lot of softball.
Thursday we have a school event. E has to memorize three sentences for the 2nd grade production. Ask me if we've worked on this. What with the softball and illness this week I can barely find time to scratch my ass. By the time I get home after the softball games it's time to take a bath and bedtime. Of course the other moms at the field have had all afternoon to get homework done and dinner eaten. I show up looking like a haggard homeless person. Come to think of it, that is no different from any other time.
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