Wornoutwoman

After mass chaos & sugar-crazed maniacs ransacked my home, I'm happy to report all are alive and well. My husband and I survived our son's first sleepover, after a huge party. Fifteen to twenty hyper 9-year-olds were running in, out, and around my home for two hours. Afterward, I was crazy enough to invite three to stay over. I finally fell asleep at 3:00 am and was promptly awake at 6:45 am, when I heard laughter and giggles coming from the main living area. I thought, "Didn't I just get them to stop that and get to sleep?" Apparently not. It was an eternity for parent pick up time at 10:00 am, but it's something I'd be willing to invest my time in again if for the mere fact that my son had his best birthday party yet. So here I am - with droopy eyelids, craving birthday cake to stay awake, and a silly smile on my face. Not only did my husband and I survive, but we gave him a really great gift. We gave him the gift of time to be with...

Monday, March 10th, 2003, I proceeded to stand up at the end of my sales meeting to go back upstairs to my office. Something in my huge belly creaked, popped, and groaned just enough to keep me from standing. Most of those around me asked if they could help me stand because I was stuck in my chair. Me, being tough, brushed it off as nothing and thanked them for their offers. I got my fat self off my chair to waddle to the staircase. Thankfully, one of the men I worked with, also a father, was wise enough not to let me take the stairs back up to our floor. He escorted me to the elevator, swiped his ID card, and walked me to my little cubicle. I was to have a ride-along that day with a new rep, who was sick and coughing. I'd been riding with him three days prior and unfortunately was now thoroughly congested. I walked to his cubicle and told him I would meet him later as I thought I had a doctor's check-up at the hospital. He asked to drive me, because like everyon...