Last Monday, I was all set to write a post titled "No More Excuses!" I basically had the whole thing written in my head. All I needed to do was type it, spell check it, and post it. The gist of it was I have no more excuses for putting off taking care of myself. The baptism party was over, there are no all-you-can-eat holidays in the very near future and the weather is expected to warm up enough for me to walk outside again soon.

That's it. No more excuses. No reasons for letting my blood sugar slide. No whining that it's too cold to exercise. No cupcakes in the cupboards. Absolutely nothing to get in my way. I was set to diet, to exercise and to take care of my diabetes. And nothing was gonna stop me now. (READ MORE)

The fun never ends around here. Olivia woke up at three o'clock this morning. She puked on the floor in her room. She puked down the hall way. She puked all over the bathroom. And herself. Poor kid - she was miserable.

Of course, this woke up both little girls - I'm running up and down the stairs, fetching towels and the mop and trying to keep the two babies from yelling the house down. Boo calmed down quickly and went back to sleep. The Bug, who is The World's Lousiest Sleeper (TM), was up, but quiet. And here I am, in my t-shirt, freezing, mopping the floors. Fun.

Olivia showered as I schlepped the puked-upon clothing and towels down to the cellar. Back upstairs again to get her into bed, with the puke bowl. A quick blood sugar check - she was 199, which I didn't correct, given the amount she threw up - and we both went back to bed.
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