i know i shouldn't have laughed. (alternately titled: how many times can i say 'puking' in one post?)

but it was three am.

and i hadn't slept. yet.

and i was feeling a wee bit punchy.

stella was sick. some kind of a stomach bug.

(which is why i couldn't write "belly had a stomach bug" ... because unfamiliar readers ~hi!~ would be all ... a belly with a stomach bug ... big deal. moving on.)

so ... after about 5 hours of quarterly puking and 2 hours of hourly puking ...

i was tired. (and going crazy from reading all kinds of blogs in between puking episodes ... those of you that i know and love just don't post enough new material in between the hours of midnight and 3! get on that people!)

yes. mom. you read that right. i was reading blogs in between my daughter's puking. there was no sense in going to bed ... when i knew i was just going to be woken up 10 minutes later.

so ... yeah ... back to the original intent of this post ...

i know i shouldn't have been laughing at her. but she is the epitome of a drama queen.

insert pathetic sounding vocal action on these next few lines ... with a dramatic sigh following each.

"i just don't know if i can do. this. any. longer. (sigh)."
"my puke is stuck in my body and i just can't get it out. (sigh)."
"oh mommy, i promise i won't ever eat too much licorice again. (sigh)."

and several other things that i promised myself that i would remember in order to tell them to you ... but i can't. because there is not enough coffee in this world for me today.

i know i shouldn't have laughed ... but that's what you do when you are faced with the fear of what a four-year-old drama queen will be like ... in her teenage years.

lord, help us.