spaghetti

Felix loves it. My belly does not.

I don't know what it is, but sleeping last night wasn't pleasant. I was so exhausted, but I woke up twice in the night feeling like I was about to throw up. I finally slept in the comfy recliner. It wasn't as comfy as I would have liked, but it was better than waking up every couple of hours with the acid at the back of my throat. blech!

I'm feeling exhausted more than anything. The belly doesn't want me to do anything strenuous and I'm fine with that. So I sit and try to direct traffic. It doesn't work all that well with Felix trying to undo all the cleaning that gets done.

I did talk a niece and nephew into coming over and helping. Becca is an amazing helper, and we repaid her for her work by taking her to see Twilight. Cheesy but fun. I'm glad I had low-ish expectations because I then wasn't disappointed. And Andy is giving Felix a bath after his spaghetti outing. At least I don't have to lean over the tub.

Brent is trying his hardest to get work done, but will probably be working all night tonight, all day and all night tomorrow just to get finished in time. I feel guilty asking him to clean up because he has so much to do, but I can't stand the mess of life. You know?

Brent was kind enough to make me an alternate dinner. The spicy sausage in the spaghetti sauce would have definitely given me heartburn and I really don't want a repeat of last night. I think I'll go to bed pretty soon. Soooooooooo tired!