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Tuesday, Jun. 3, 2003 | 11:05 p.m. Alaska Time
The girls, forgotten playdates, and one of the crazy in-laws
Hubby forgot to put a pullup on M last night so she woke up complaining that she was wet. She was soaked. The comforters she sleeps on were wet through quite a few layers. Darn Hubby.
For about the past three weeks, a couple times a week, C would complain that her tummy hurt and a few hours or so later, would puke. I figured it was just some stomach bug that would pass. But when she puked for three days in a row over the weekend, I decided to make a doctor's appointment for her monday morning. They didn't have any available openings until 3:45. So I called in sick to work for a half day so C wouldn't have to suffer any longer. (I hate my job anyway.) To make a long boring story short, the doc said it's probably reflux and prescibed zantac. So far, no complaints about tummy aches or puking. Keeping my fingers crossed. We had a playdate setup at a nearby playground with another diarylander and her kids for 11 a.m. today. The girls and I played and waited for them at the playground and I called her at 11:30 asking if she was coming. She forgot. No big deal. We're trying again for tomorrow (Wednesday) at the same time. Last night, at about 2:30 a.m., the phone rang. It was M*rgana. She was drunk, of course. She asked, "How's my daughter?" I just hung up on her. Her calling like this prompted me to ask the phone company to add a feature to my phone service that allows me to block certain phone numbers from calling my house. Now, hopefully, we won't receive any more late-night calls from that crazy bitch. since 2/25/2001
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