It sounds like all of you had a wonderful Pagan day--complete with more gifts than chocolate. Of course, in an effort to control the proliferation of little plastic crap around here, I went for small amounts of gifts and a rather large amount of chocolate. I'm such a Goddess-forsaken moron.
I didn't go back to work today. I should have, but...
But I've got this thing with my digestion--it's pretty disgusting, mostly, and it can be controlled with diet, and I'm not an idiot--I know that if I eat too much chocolate, ice-cream, caffeine, motrin, or low-fat, low-sugar ANYTHING my intestines will develop a small rupture, fill up with blood, and my next couple of days will be highly uncomfortable and, well, did I mention disgusting?
I was up all last night with stomach cramps because I ate too much chocolate. I couldn't go into work today because I was suffering the consequences. I state that all totally flatly and without inflection, because, quite honestly, I wanted to avoid mentioning this whole mess because I felt like an idiot.
But, damn--it really is sort of funny, in an "I'm too dumb to tie my own shoes" way, isn't it? My kids were fine--they enjoyed their gifts and their easter egg hunt, and the deviled eggs that followed. We went to my parent's house, they played outside until the little ones were just sort of moving aimlessly in what should have been their sleep, and all in all it was an excellent family day. We had to pull Ladybug out of an orgiastic face-plant in the M&M bowl, but once we got some solid food into her and a nice, healthy bottle of toddler formula, she was peachy. But Mom? No. Mom ate so much chocolate it gave her a stomach ache of epic proportions. You know, your mom always told you that too much chocolate was bad for you and you didn't believe it? Here I am, living proof.
I'm going to go eat some cooked vegetables now, followed by a half a portion of cream based soup, and follow it up with a nap because I was up 'til 4:30 in the morning--calling a sub and wondering what the minimum requirement was for being smart enough to live.
I think I'm just sort of marginally there.
(Oh yeah--Ladybug's easter dress? Was made of cotton eyelet...it wasn't going to get done, so I'm finishing it now. I don't know when she'll wear it, but at least I was functional for her first Easter egg hunt, so it's a fair trade off...)