I have a cracked rib from coughing so much these last couple of weeks. Doc says “So sorry, here’s a Tylenol” which sounds to me a lot like “Totally sucks that you’re pregnant and we can’t give you those lovely Vicodin jobbies.” Grrrrrrr.
Noah had a pukefest from 5pm until 11pm last night and was magically feeling better this morning. No fever, kept his breakfast down, begged to play trains. I couldn’t get him to school fast enough. That makes me a terrible parent, I know. But some other kid in that class gave him the germs in the first place. What goes around comes around. (Or it might have been Noah licking the door at the children’s museum on Saturday…whose child does that? MINE, of course.)
I had a conversation with a divorce attorney today (for WORK, not MYSELF) and she was a BULLY. She kept trying to make me back down on our position in this specific matter and I would not do so…she told me she would have a judge send me a court order to give her what she wants. I happily told her to go right ahead…judges don’t scare me; especially when this judge will laugh in her face and deny her motion. Haha, suck it, sister.
By the way, I am not an attorney but I do believe what I have learned in my chosen line of work is on par with what most people take away from law school (in this specific field of law…not ALL law, calm down you real lawyers with your degrees). So many of my clients already think I am a lawyer that I have stopped correcting them. Now if only I was PAID as well as a lawyer…must work on that.
Today’s lunch was brilliant: hunk of sourdough bread, slices of extra sharp cheddar cheese and a smearing of blackberry jam. It’s like a picnic at my desk. And shhh, I am having a Diet Coke. Alert the Pregnancy Police!