November 15th, 2002

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Ugh. Sick kids.

The little one is sick. He keeps waking up every hour, crying, but y'know, I can only give him medicine every 6 hours, give or take. So the other times I hold him, comfort him, maybe massage his forehead, cover him up, and tell him it'll be ok, but it's frustrating. It breaks my heart to hear him crying and miserable like that, and there's nothing I can do, really. Sigh.

I don't think either of us will be getting much sleep tonight.
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Diet Journal, Day One

Dear Diet Journal,

Had 2 burgers, smothered in barbecue sauce and ketchup, in buns, plus a large pile of tater tots, for dinner. Washed it down with a large glass of coke, and had a heaping bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert. Boy did that hit the spot.

Remember to start diet journal tomorrow.