Despite wearing a super hero skirt, I'm not feeling like super woman today. The last couple days have been exhausting. Dusty has been under the weather and early yesterday morning we had to take her to the emergency vet. My kitchen needs to be hardcore cleansed after her little fluffy cute body decided it needed to expel every drop from her GI tract. Le sigh. I know nothing can truly prepare you for parenthood, but I'm glad that we are going through these kinds of parent-ish trials with Dusty. Okay, well I'm not glad I had to clean ungodly amounts of vomit and liquified feces off my kitchen floor but I feel like it's like those classes you take in high school where they make you carry around a sack of flour or one of those fancy fake babies to get the feeling of what it's like to have a kid. Pure glamour, clearly. It's all chevron bedding and homemade organic baby food, right?