Remind me not to eat Jambalaya the night before coming down with the flu.
Remind me to watch where I step...an incontinent old dog lives here too.
Remind me to guard the doors carefully or the declawed cat might get out and leave me searching in the darkness and rain for him, fearing he had run away and causing me to break down in front of my three year old son.
Remind me to stock up the house with throat lozenges (had to throw that word in there for Steve), because Sam doesn't care if I feel like crap and will still ask me a zillion "why" questions.
Remind me how lucky I am.
Remind me it's not all bad.
I'm turning on the cartoons for Sam and crawling back into bed, bucket by my side.
I'm NOT pregnant. Got my period yesterday. It's JUST the flu and the normal accompanying digestive pyrotechnics. Though it's not all bad...I do get a very low and husky phone-sex voice as a bonus.