Let me just say that I am WAVING THE WHITE FLAG, universe.
We've all been been beaten down here by various and sundry illnesses. Yes, there's still the [
all-day, everyday, pregnancy plauge] morning sickness to contend with. (BTW, the Vitamin Water is tasty but it DOES produce The Spitting Effect from the sugar aftertaste. I KNOW. Sick! I'm sooorry.) And there's been a touch of insomnia, during which I'm up from say, 3:30AM until..uh, it's NIGHTTIME again.
But then TLNG came down with WHATEVER and WHATEVER she comes down with is invariably kicked off with spiking a fever and throwing up in the middle of the night. (Whoever it was that gave me the lasagna-the-bed trick deserves a Mothering Medal.) So, there's been THAT. This round, only one episode of Nightmare Pukefest, though, glad to say. There was even a little comic relief, what with The Man adding half a container of BAKING POWDER to the laundry, instead of baking SODA and with me trying to, uh, wash a PILLOW. In the WASHING MACHINE. (I'm blaming the pregnancy. Have you ever done this? Let me just say that after, oh, MULTIPLE attempts to SPIN the TEN THOUSAND POUNDS of water out of it, I gave up and hauled the sopping mess into a trash bag and threw it outside. In the MIDDLE. OF. THE. NIGHT.)
Then I came down with the WHATEVER and have added hoarse! and congested! to the list of unwelcome adjectives that describe my current feeling state. I broke down and took medication because seriously? I CAN'T TAKE IT. It was on my doctor's list of medications and all, don't worry, it wasn't like, OPIUM or whatever (can't I take just a liiiiiittle of that?)
So, there you go. Sunshine and roses and it makes such a pathetic post, I know. Don't even comment, really. How awful for you to read this mess. It's like when someone is walking down the hall and you give them the old, rhetorical, 'How are you today?' And they're all:
'I'm morning sick and I can't sleep and my kid is sick and I tried to wash a pillow and it didn't work and then I got a cold and Vitamin Water makes me have to spit.'
I hate those people. I mean, really.
Why can't they just say I'M FINE, like everyone else?