This stomach bug ain’t no joke y’all. I’m still feeling like crap on a cracker. I don’t know what that means really but I’m assuming it means pretty freaking rotten. And if it doesn’t, it should. 

I know I owe at least 2 recipes now. The pot roast. And the poppyseed chicken, which I did make last night. We all ate it and enjoyed it as much as we could until the 6 year old threw it up all over the table. That’s a quick way to end dinner right there!

Today it’s like I’ve had a relapse back into feeling-like-crap-ville (population: the whole of the elementary schools in the county and at least one parent per family) yet, as the SAH parent, I still have to prepare dinner. 😢😭👎 There was another emoji I wanted to use as well but thought better of it. Use your imagination!! So on tonight’s menu, I bought some premade Italian style turkey meatballs which I’ll toss with marinara, flop on a toasty sub roll, melt mozzarella on it and throw on a plate for anyone that feels like eating, which ain’t me. 

I swear I’ll try again tomorrow folks. Tonight, ginger ale it is (Canada Dry if you must know) and my dieriere (sp????) in my bed. After I get the damn rugrats in bed. xoxo