Sunday and last night and this morning have not been kind to me. Apparently I am either having problems with IBS or a stomach bug. Either way, I am not having any fun, to put it lightly. I'm afraid to eat or drink or be more than 10 ft from a bathroom. Oh the joys of stomach illnesses!

This is problematic mostly because it forces me to miss Spanish class (again). I know he teaches more than one Spanish 1 course, so I'm hoping he'll allow me to attend another session of it to help keep me up-to-date on what we're doing.

I am so damn tired. Another night of very poor sleep, waking at midnight due to my stomach and then being up until 3 a.m. because I was awake. So I did some studying and working on Spanish while everyone else slept peacefully. At least the time was not wasted.

Zoey cat is finally starting to adapt to her new home and the other cats. She's still feisty, but Hogan is no longer taking her crap lying down. He's gotten to the point where he's had enough and is fighting back, so she's backing off and less likely to go after him. We are no longer using the crate at night because they all find their sleeping places and stay put for the night without giving each other any guff (for the most part). I'm not having to use the spray bottle either now. It's helped me to relax some.

I wish I had something uplifting to say today, but I don't. I'm going to go crawl back into my bed and go to sleep for as long as my body needs. I've already warned my husband that he may be picking up our son from school this afternoon. He wasn't happy about it, but unfortunately for him he'll just have to deal with it.

Hope everyone else's Monday is going decently…