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A couple of days ago, my period started. Today is the day when I have the priviledge of feeling both crampy *and* gross. And bloating does absolute wonders for my self-confidence. I feel like a million bucks...a million bucks of Monopoly money, that is.
So on top of everything else, I think I'm coming down with *something* (flu, a cold or some other virus). I feel lousy. The only thing I really want to do is crash on the couch and stare at the television. The hitch in that plan? Tabula Rasa. She needs someone to look after her and since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuzzpsych is at work, that leaves me. I don't know if I'm up for the challenge of nursing myself back to a state mimicking healthy and a 15 week old baby. But I don't really have much of a choice, do I?
So on top of everything else, I think I'm coming down with *something* (flu, a cold or some other virus). I feel lousy. The only thing I really want to do is crash on the couch and stare at the television. The hitch in that plan? Tabula Rasa. She needs someone to look after her and since
fuzzpsych is at work, that leaves me. I don't know if I'm up for the challenge of nursing myself back to a state mimicking healthy and a 15 week old baby. But I don't really have much of a choice, do I?