Blah

This past week was interesting. Husband was out of town for a few days, so Chickster and I were on our own.

I wouldn't say we were completely on our own. We spent a day at Mom's and then part of a day at Mimi's. And she insisted on feeding us dinner. Mimis are like that. And it was good. Much better than whatever I would've fed myself since I don't care to cook while Husband is away.

And other than that, the rest of the week was pretty, well, "Blah." You know those weeks - nothing's really wrong, but nothing's really right either.

Chickster wasn't quite feeling himself, and had (and is still having) a bit of tummy upset. I've yet to figure out what is causing it. We mentioned it to Dr. B last week and he wasn't concerned. But he doesn't have to wake up at 5:30 every morning with a little boy whose tummy is bothering him. Maybe I'll call him tomorrow at 5:30 a.m. and cause a little concern in his own life.

And for two days last week, Chickster had a mysterious rash all over his back. Not on his chest, tummy, or anywhere else - just his back. He didn't seem bothered by it in the least, so I guess it was just "one of those things."

"One of those things" that you may never know what caused it, what it was, or why it finally went away. "One of those things" that the medical establishment (with a few exceptions) doesn't consider anything to be concerned about (and it possibly doesn't even exist - are you sure you're not seeing things?) since there are no other symptoms. "One of those things" that Mommies know must be coming from somewhere, even if it is as crazy as being caused by the same thing as the upset tummy, whatever that may be.

I have been wishin' and hopin' this week would be better. But it didn't start off so hot. Husband's car wouldn't start this morning. So Chickster and I took him to work so we can go grocery shopping later.

I came home and put the battery charger on the car (thanks Dad!). And later I'll go out and check the fluid level in the battery. Hopefully it's just a dry battery and not the alternator.

Sounds more like "Yuck" instead of "Blah." When I made that wish I didn't mean for things to get progressively worse. I guess I should've specified.