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All in all, July hasn't been a banner month for the PhDad Brand. Because of the way classes were this year, I didn't get much of a payday for the month. This happens every year, but this time we just weren't prepared for it in any way, shape, or form. By last week, we were about completely out of money and late on just about everything. Water was shut off on Thursday, and I had to pay it on a credit card I hadn't wanted to use. Meanwhile I was practically begging for some sort of loan from my bank and getting turned down for multiple things (we eventually got something jointly. More debt, but we're hoping this can be a short-term loan. Yeah, good luck with that one.)

Family life isn't all hunky-dory either. Eldest is still being a little shit a lot of the times (he's 4). His default tone is whiny, and he's taken to arguing about EVERYTHING. Middle (2) is in a phase where he wants to do everything on his own, no matter how long it takes. And if you start helping, he'll insist on starting it over so he can do it all himself. He's getting more verbal, but he still seems to prefer screaming to using words. And the baby's just too cute, but at 9 months she's become incredibly mobile and is a little vacuum cleaner, zooming right to whatever fuzz or dirt she can find to put in her mouth. It's pretty much impossible to keep an eye on all 3 at once. And PhMom and I have been sniping at each other more than usual. Nothing terrible, but not fun. I think the stress has just been getting to us too much. And both of us are having mom problems, but those are too complicated to deal with right now.

Even though my pay doesn't reflect it, I'm still buried under schoolwork. There should be time to do it in the evenings after bed or during naps, but I'm just so tired, and it's so hard to focus and be productive.



Overnight last Friday, in the midst of all this, Middle puked in his bed. He had eaten peaches for snack and pizza (homemade) for supper. Peach puke is a really, really bad smell. By the end of the day, he seemed better, and he was fine all day Sunday. That evening, we had fruit salad (peaches, plums, apples, bananas and kiwifruits) and pancakes for supper.

Shortly after going to bed, he puked again. I have three kids, so I can handle the effluvia of childhood pretty well — I've dealt with just about every kind of shit, blood, spit, and piss — but this was beyond gross. Actual, recognizable chunks of fruit, everywhere. So we cleaned him and his bed up; he seemed fine again, and we put him back in bed, where he promptly puked again. After that, we decided he should sleep upstairs with us. It's just as well; no more puke, but at 4:30 he woke up covered in it again, although this time, it hadn't come out of his mouth. As diarrhea goes, this wasn't any worse than the vomit ... but that was pretty bad. Oh, and did I mention it's Vacation Bible Camp this week, and PhMom's mom — our primary childcare provider — is volunteering, and Eldest is attending? Not so very good.

Just so you don't worry, I don't think he's dangerously ill. I've had this kind of stomach bug before. It's awful, but it doesn't last long. Although the fact that both times involved peaches and that he really was fine all day Sunday is kind of curious.


All in all, I'm just ready for this month to be over and really, really hoping there isn't anymore kid puke in my near future.

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