What a day, what a day. Had a good night with my daughter. We went out, had some drinks, had a good time with a couple of my friends.

Came home, I thought I had a good night's sleep, woke up pretty late for me, and um, I thought I was still asleep by the time I was ready to go to brunch. I had already showered, straightened up my room,

And uh, Jami was still in bed, so I went in and she was not feeling really good.

She said her stomach was all congested and she hadn't gone to the bathroom for a while. I took her temperature rectally. She hates that, but I don't keep oral thermometers in the house. I don't believe in them. I can get a way more accurate reading by taking it in the rectum.

So I took her temperature, like I said, it was a little bit high. So I thought I'd give her a little B12 to boost her immunity and give her a shot of B12. She hates that. It just stings for a minute. And then I gave her two enemas.

I really didn't know if I was going to give her two, but during the first one, she really didn't have much production. It didn't really eliminate anything or make her feel better. And I only gave her one thousand, five hundred cc's anyway.

So I gave her that while it was kind of lukewarm and I used a regular nozzle the first time. She was so squirmy and so impatient and just started sassing me from the get-go. So after the enema, I had to give her a little spanking too.

Try to get her to do right and take her medicine or treatment. And I only do these things to make her feel better. But she just kept being just sassy to me. So the second time I gave her an enema, I used my new inflatable nozzle. I use it because she moves around so much.

I want to make sure the nozzle doesn't pop back out. Inflatable nozzle gets into your rectum and I blow it up a little bit and it keeps it in there so it doesn't move around. It doesn't get my sheets dirty or her sheets dirty. So I gave her a second enema. It's about two thousand cc's.

I wanted to really clean her up and make her feel better. I was doing all these things for her and she just kept treating me like I was a horrible mom. She called me a bitch twice. I mean, I know she's twenty-one and everything, but you just don't sass your mother like that.

So after I gave her the second enema, I made her sit with it for a long time just to kind of show her what it's all about to mind your mom and have good manners. She didn't really have good manners when she came back

I'm just trying to be a good mom. Trying to make her feel better. But I guess it was alright in the end. We made up and decided that we would try to be a little nicer to each other. I hope it works out. We'll see.