FIRST OF ALLLL…. YOU have to STOP a) kicking me in the knee, and b) this incessant whining. It’s TIME for SLEEP. If the boooobie’s not going to do it, then SO-HELP-ME-GOD you will suck those two middle fingers of yours THAT YOU LOVE (rock ON) — remember those? — and lull your own little SELF to sleep and let me BLOG IN PEACE. WITH headache. AND severe nausea. AND extreme irritability because being KICKED OVER and OVER and OVER again in the same dang spot by little legs that WILL NOT STOP and because being KICKED OVER and OVER and OVER in the ear by little voice that will not STOP WHINING no matter how many times I stop my preshuss work to LIE DOWN on side — the WAY YOU LIKE IT — and stick a BIG boob in your mouth. It’s BAD enough that I can’t tell when I’m AM or AM NOT wearing a bra anymore because they are THAT BIG because you are THAT DEMANDING.

I will not — hear that? NOT! — lie down ALL NIGHT with my friggin boob in your trap. NEED to do some writing. NEEEEED. Sanity depends on it. Oh screw it. Screw sanity. Back in a sec. I will lie my FLU-bitten bawd down on MY BED and MAKE SILENCE. My aching head needs silence…. A LITTLE bit of SILENCE. Besides, I’m trying to watch The Hills and I can’t hear a dang thing. Oh carp, now he’s shrieking. Arrrgh. I need a break. A KitKat break! (Mmmm…. KitKat. Haven’t had KitKat in forever.) Okay, lying down now. As you wish, Master Rascal!!!$@#$#!

Okay. He’s quiet. That was, umm, easy.

I don’t really have anything to write today. Haven’t had the energy or focus to really think on what to write. I’ve been really thwacked by this bug. It’s totally kicking my arse. So, I’m trying to go easy on myself today. I don’t have to pull out BRILLIANCE every day — like I always do (COUUUGH)…. Every other day will have to do. And, today will be one of those other days.

‘Cuz, you know, this blogging thing can be stressful. Coming up with something new and worth reading EVERY DAY is pretty impossible, if you think about it. But, we try. Even when we are ACHING and running-to-toilet-to-HURL NOW. ‘Kay back. Blaaaaaahhh. See how dedicated I am? I just…. I just LOVE you….

All that said, here’s the subject of today’s post: bananas.

What the frick am I going to do with ALL THESE BANANAS? It’sgrandma dropped a bunch off for me because she doesn’t want papa’shere eating them (the whole low-carb thang), and I’d just bought a bunch, and the mere thought of EATING them is, for some bizarro reason this week (hmmm…), making me want to just, like, throw my whole self down the toilet…and flush…. My whole kitchen smells like bananas, by the way…. So what do I do with them?

Any ideas?

Aaaaand, guess who’s crying again………. Aaaaaand, you wonder why I’m so sick…. I’m a mom. On the edge. Not THAT edge. THAT edge.