Not Again...

When we first got married, Randy would call me a head case. Lovingly of course. I wouldn't share my milk with him, and I had to drink it in a glass, glass. I thought that I had made it really far, but I apparently still allow my mind to control me more than I should. I did it again! I threw up changing a poopy diaper. Again not my kid. So I think that is it. I can't handle other kids poop! I am now fully aware that it is a mental problem. I just hope that I can fix it soon. Or maybe I will finally lose that last ten pounds from Caden.