Dear Diary,

My week came to a screaming halt at 4:30 yesterday morning when Charlie came running into my room and puked.  Poor kid had it bad on both ends.  I was supposed to be getting ready for an appearance on Fox 5 News with Jeff and Jer, but I soon realized that wasn’t going to happen.  I managed to get Evan off to school and Charlie situated in my bed with me.  We watched the guys on Fox at 7:50.  Charlie weakly said “I miss the show…” Awww.  Seeing Jeff, Jerry and Tommy on TV made me miss it so very much.  How cute of the sick little kid to feel that way.  Then, he got up and puked again.  I pretty much stayed in bed or near the bed all day.   I couldn’t do the garage show.  I couldn’t go to the meeting we had afterwards, either.   But, when Charlie came back into bed after puking yet again and said “Momma, thank you so much for taking care of me,” none of it mattered.    By Idol time last night, Charlie was feeling better, just a little weak.  That’s when I went around the house and cleaned up all the contaminated spots.  That was not a fun job.  Not one single bit.  I almost lost it.

Speaking of vomit-inducing, I don’t think I’m going to be able to watch The Bachelor this time around.  It’s so creamy how the song “On The Wings of Love” is played everytime they show the dude looking at the pictures of the women.  It’s so cheesy.  But, who am I kidding, I’ll be watching it.

Now an update on the “mystery man” from new year’s eve:

I saw him again on Sunday.  We hung out, kissed and talked and then kissed again.  He’s really very good at it.  I forgot how much I like doing that!   I like him a lot, but he’s got some stuff to work on and figure out (according to him.) I’m going to take that tidbit of info and go with it.  I will not do what us chicks do and start writing my first name with his last name just to see what it looks like.  I will not invision him meeting my kids or my mom.  I will not wait with baited breath for roses to land on my doorstep on V-Day.  Not gonna do any of that stuff.  I’m really glad I’m healthy enough in the head and the heart to see think clearly about this.    He’s really cute and very sweet, though.

Then, there’s “him.”  I’m seeing “him” on Friday for the first time this year.  My heart is still hooked on “him” even though there’s not any indication that the main muscle in his body is attached to mine.  Wait…that’s what she said!   Can’t believe I just wrote that.    But, my intuition tells me it IS.  Delusional?  Probably.

On Saturday night, I’m going to Nobu at the Hard Rock Hotel with a mom from Evan’s class and her husband.  I’m so excited, but a little intimidated that I won’t be cool enough to enter those doors.  She and I are freaking out a bit over what to wear.  Then, on Sunday, it’s my sweet baby boy’s 10th birthday.  Charlie Jamison Cain is going to be in the double digits!    Mom, Jenny,Joe and the kids are coming down to help us celebrate.

On one final note,   I’m a little woozy this morning because I was poisoned by skunk fumes early this morning.  I don’t know what the hell went on outside my window last night, but there was loud hissing and screaming and then skunk smell like you would not believe.  I’m pretty sure it sprayed it’s scent on the wall next to my bed.  I could barely breath.  I was telling the kids about it this morning.  Charlie asked me why I didn’t go out there and see what happened.  I told him that I was scared I was going to find a dead gremlin or a bloody leprechaun or something, so I just went back to sleep.

See you later, Diary.