Belly Aching

Little Tristan just won't sleep. Growth spurt? Gas? All I know is that all day he konks out soundly only to startle awake 20 minutes later, hungry and fussy. Mama ate sushi last night, so that may be the culprit.
Today was a day. I have a bazillion things to do and instead I get into a overhaul of the living room including washing the floor and reaarranging the furniture. Hmmm. Man, this monotony of trying to get what needs to be done in order to do what I want is just discouraging lately.
We talked about the tenth plague on Eygpt at lunch. Tryn was not so happy about the dying. She does not want to die. She wants to be a "growing up girl". I don't doubt there will be a further discussion tommorow when the Red Sea drowns Pharoah and all his men.
On a radically different tangent: I am starving. All day I am just hungry. I just ate a bowl of Cap'n Crunch an hour ago and the stomach is growling. Ugh, how can I lose weight if I am ravenous! Maybe that just means I am losing weight. So I will eat more. But then I won't lose any weight. Round and Rounder we grow.
Just read "The Doomsday Book" by Connie Wilkins. A very long time travel book where the main character, Kivrin, ends up in 1348 when the plague hits England. It was descriptive to the point of monotony, but certainly carried the point home that we live in easy times. Today I am just thankful that I can clean Annika's scraped leg and understand infectious agents and what to do to treat her. Neosporin rocks. As a nurse, I just take all what I learned for granted. Reminds me to respect modern medicine a little more, because I certainly like the homeopathics, but I am blessed to have antibiotic backups.