Sitting, sitting, and more sitting.

As begins day 2 of my forced bedrest.

And what am I doing? Watching Oprah, of course.

The father of the octopulet mom is on right now. That poor man looks lost.

I cannot describe the disgust I feel with that woman. What kind of irresponsible woman and doctor DOES that? Those poor children. She has 14, count 'em, FOURTEEN, children, and no job, no income, no house, no transport, and no way to support them.

She's living with her parents in their 3 bedroom house which is now in foreclosure. Someone needs to take those children away from her and adopt them out to loving families that have the means to care for them.

I mean, for God's sake, I have a hard time keeping up with four, I can't even imagine fourteen. And all infants. And no husband. Donald freakin' TRUMP couldn't afford those children, what makes her think that she can, even with welfare? It just makes me SICK.

Enough of my opinionated ranting. Moving on....

I was able to stay off my feet for most of yesterday. I watched a movie, downloaded a ton of pictures from our camera, and tinkered around on the internet. I was feeling okay as long as I stayed still.

Confession time: I did get up and clean the kitchen yesterday and pick up some toys. But that's it. Trust me, that was as much as I could contain myself. I am really wanting to do some deep cleaning, mopping the floors and rearranging furniture, etc. etc. etc. I am just like my mother, I hate to sit still.

That's about it for now, I'm getting sucked into this Oprah episode and I feel the need to start yelling at the T.V.