I'm trying to keep my business, my triplets, and my waistline under control. I excel at one of those, fail at another one of those, and one is a work in progress. Which is which is day dependant.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Blog Abandonment

Lest you go thinking that I am a terrible mother to this blog, I just thought I'd post to let you all know that my lack of posting is directly related to the simple fact that I. feel. like. shit. Almost literally, if I were brown. I don't feel witty, funny, charming, cute, or even remoteley clever. I just feel like crap-oh-lah. In the words of myself, I feel shitty-shitty-la-la (different to chitty chitty bang bang but in the same rhyming vein.) I went to the GP last week, who "thinks" it's a chronic case of low iron, even though I live with a carnivore of a DH who insists (nicely) on red meat on average 5 times a week. I missed my blood test to confirm this because I was halfway through my challah toast before I remembered that it's a fasting test (she's also checking the usual cholesterol, blah blah blah.) I won't have the chance to go again before Friday (work and school commitments) and in the meantime I still feel crappy. Before you ask, no I'm not doing anything specific about it. I can't treat something that I don't know what it is, can I?

Now before you:
a) go all mental and start to think emzee is dying of SMRD*
b) call my sister, who will call my Mom, who will upgrade my simple feeling shit to my impending, immediate death
c) just say "it's because you have triplets, and who wouldn't be tired?"
d) or say "if I were you I'd be tired too"
e) or say "It's no wonder you're exhausted, haven't I always said you do too much?"


Because I am so frickin' tired and feeling shitty that I will, literally, BITE YOUR HEAD OFF. I won't even stop to smother it in Sweet Chilli Sauce, which is saying something - because we all know that there are very few foods in the world which cannot be improved with some sweet chilli sauce.

I promise to come back to regular posting in a couple of days. After all, I am WAY behind on RAOS recipes, foodie talk in general, and yet more bragging about my culinary school adventures (note: my last exam for the year is on Thursday.) Plus surely there is something I can bitch about when it comes to the topic of other parents? ....and before the end of the year I'm going to announce my latest project. For right now, though? I'm going to go watch my Playboy Mansion chicks frolick while I slurp my Coke-and-pink slurpee which DH so cleverly both suggested and then went out to buy. Gifts of flowers and chocolate always welcome.

*SMRD: Super Mega Rare Disease. A disease invented by Dr J and I, to describe the only condition in which I would let him treat my kids. Not that he's not brilliant as a ped, but that there is something a bit not-so-ethical about letting him treat kids he has known since they were embryos. I'd only let him treat them (we're talking about serious illness, not the usual, "Hey Dr J, DS looks like crap, can you check him out?" treatment) if they were suffering a case of SMRD, for which of course Dr J is the world's leading expert.


Anonymous said...

For someone feeling unwitty, you are really quite funny...

Where's the SMRD consciousness raising poster?


Anonymous said...

Hope that you are bouncing again really soon!!!!

maybe you need a hoilday! Come visit me LOL!!!