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We had a family combo birthday party over the weekend for Brian who turned four and me who turns 34 this month. I told my MIL that the kid and I could share a birthday cake (Spiderman!), cuz I don’t really care about the cake, but that I would pick the dinner menu (pot roast and mashed potatoes, yum), cuz Brian doesn’t really care about the dinner. But we’d both get presents, yay presents! It was a good plan. But then my MIL surprised me with a cake of my own anyway! Wheee.\
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It’s a beach cake, woot! I don’t know if you can tell in the picture, but it looked really awesome with the ocean and gummy fish on one side and the beach with candy shells on the other. My MIL also got me a beach bag and sparkly flipflops. It was a theme!\
While driving home, I told Max that he had an awesome Babba. (She made me a beach cake, y’all!) Brian popped up, “And me too. Me have an awesome Babba, too.”

Well, that explains why I was crying over that post earlier. All Sunday Kevin offered to buy me a burrito. Heh. Does he not know that I am a kabob girl? (BTW, he did get us kabobs on Saturday- yay.) Anyway, the post didn’t make me think of US. It was all about ME: I don’t work, staying home with the kids suck, etc, etc.\
Kevin and I don’t fight. Really we don’t. We’ve had some misunderstandings, but I can’t think of any. Ooh, here’s one- one night I told Kevin he could sleep in the next day and I would tke care of the kids. When I woke him up at 9 am, he was really mad. Yup, so, there ya go. We don’t say mean things to each other or tell each other to “get over it.” So, yea.

This post made me cry: Hungry.

Why Mom Is So Special\
My mom is so kind and caring. She is loving with fifty-million cups of helpful. She is so thoughtful that a gallon of pure thoughtfulness is less thoughtful than my mom is. She works hard at keeping me healthy, safe, and happy. She’s a 170110! I trust her so much I let her now [know?] a secret that puts me at risk.\
Love,\
Max

A couple of hours ago I decided that I didn’t need narcotics, I just needed my mom. She is so great about making my aches and pains go away and soothing me when sick. But I am the mom in my household. I am back to wanting drugs. Please, please, gimme drugs. Anybody got the number for Dr Feelgood?\
One thing is for sure- I am so thankful to be done having kids. Ugh, ugh, triple ugh.\
I’ve tried to suck it up today and not let Brian’s care be affected (effected? whatever). It hasn’t really worked though, so I decided to cry ‘uncle’. I am commencing whiny, baby mode NOW. Waaaaaah.

Three of the four of us are sick. I am quarantining the house until further notice.\
In other news, Kevin is awesome and having him is better than being wooed by any fake billionaire. True story.\
ETA- OMG, I am the worse sick person. I need some pot to combat the nausea and some Tylenol 3 for the pain. Boohoooo. Brian seems better though. He and I got sick at the exact same time, though I was feeling it hours earlier. I wonder if I can write a fancy algorithm predicting when I will feel better based on Brian’s stats. I sent Max to school since he was completely unaffected. Keep your fingers crossed that he stays that way.

Attention Mom and Dad: your email addresses aren’t working. Boo. Send me an email if you have new ones, k? Thanks! Bye.

Brian woke up at the crack of the middle of the night again. How am I supposed to function like this? Kevin seems to be getting a jump on trying to adjust to China-time as his sleep schedule has been wonky too.\
I find it really infuriating that Marie Osmond is pimping Jenny Craig/NutriSystem/some diet even though we all know she lost her extra weight by working out 12 hours a day for Dancing With the Stars. Super duper big boo to her.\
Deadliest Catch is back. YAY! I can never tell the ships and their crew apart though. Boo. I think they should give the crew different colored rain slickers. Or use colored lens-filters-thingies. Something! All of the men look the same- old and bearded. There is one clean-shaved Asian guy though. Him I can tell from the others.\
Yesterday Brian called me stupid. I think it’s the first time either of my kids have done that.\
At Brian’s school when one of the kids does something the teachers don’t like, they say, “No thank you. Make a better choice. Blah blah…” Brian totally stole this phrase and says, “No thank you” very adamantly whenever Kevin or I do something he doesn’t like. It’s so cute and hard not to laugh.\
As part of bedtime, I ask Brian what his favorite and least favorite part of the day is . I usually rephrase the least favorite question, because he doesn’t seem to understand, into “What didn’t you like?” The other night he thought about it for a long time and finally replied, “Cucumbers.” Ha. And no, we didn’t have any cucumbers that day.\
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get the lived-in look out of my house. I think I should stop watching Design To Sell -type shows and start watching Clean House and just be grateful my house doesn’t look like that. Who knew I was such a minimalist freak?\
Sometimes, I feel like I should get a life. But then I decide to take a nap instead.\
Cheers!

Spongebob’s grandma is awfully passive-aggressive, yes? I hate that.

B’s sleeping schedule has been wonky lately. Today is one of those wonky days where he woke up at 4 am, ready to start the day. Boooooooo. I think I might turn on some cartoons and try to grab some more Z’s on the couch.