I have a dreadful cold. It started the day before yesterday right in the middle of vacuuming my house. I thought it was allergies and had hit the jackpot...I was officially allergic to housework and I could prove it my the major onslaught of sneezing and hacking. Yet it continues and I am sinking into postnasal drip hell. I hate being sick. Just admitting it is a defeat. I blame those short people...the sticky smelly short people that live here.
My head is so stuffy I feel like my sinuses are expanding into a giant helium filled balloon. My body is achey and limp. If you look up into the sky this afternoon and see a pathetic housewife floating by with a swollen head and tattered pajamas....wave.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Help
We are drowning in illness. They are dropping like flies around here. The kids are trying their best to smear as many germs on me as they can. So far I have dodged all the bullets. You want it, we've got it.
Coughing
Hacking
Sneezing
Headaches
Ear Infection
Pink Eye
Vomiting
Diarreah
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Coughing
Hacking
Sneezing
Headaches
Ear Infection
Pink Eye
Vomiting
Diarreah
It's an all for one sale. For just 2 payments of $19.95 I will send you your very own germ infested kleenex. Order now!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
And the bad mom award goes to....
Gingers MOM!! Yeah!! (wild cheering and applause). Awww...thank you, thank you. **blush**
Last night, I decided to indulge and stay up (GASP!!) past 11pm. You see, mom of the Gingers is perpetually sleep deprived and is celebrating if she is awake past 10pm.
Finally at about 11:17pm (I was feeling REALLY wild) I turned out the light.
Somewhere around midnight I hear Stinky crying. I poke at hubby with my toes. "Please, please, YOU go settle him. He is so much BETTER for you these days. " Poke...poke....POKE....JAB JAB JAB.
Delirious husband staggers down the hall. I wonder if he got the right room... "OH! OH! Come here! Gingers Mom, come HERE! COME HERE!!!"
I bolt down the hallway to find a stupefied Dan and a puke covered Stinky. They stare at me, awaiting instruction.
So we clean him up, take away the tainted blankets, Dan changes his pajamas. Snuggle back down for a nice rest. (please please please just be a fluke and not the stomach flu....)
12:30am.
Crying and wailing from Stinky's room. "Mommy, I sickies! I sickies!"
Crap.
Poke at sleeping husband. No stirring. I assume he is faking.
Yep. Another puke covered Stinky. Except this time he got it everywhere. Toss all bedding in the washer and camp out on the couch with towels and bowl. Until 3:30am.
Sleepy sleepy Gingers Mom.
He slept the rest of the night.
He awoke hungry and asking for eggs. Oops. All outta eggs.
So as I was making him cereal I turn around and he was happily devouring an egg. A Cadbury Creme Egg to be exact. Close enough?
The I decide. He seems well enough to go to school. I really need to grocery shop and it is Pony ride day at preschool, something he has been so excited about. Yes. I took my kid to school after a night of puking.
You are welcome, all other parents of the preschool. Just consider it payback for all the crud you have sent to school with your kids that mine happily brought home to me.
Last night, I decided to indulge and stay up (GASP!!) past 11pm. You see, mom of the Gingers is perpetually sleep deprived and is celebrating if she is awake past 10pm.
Finally at about 11:17pm (I was feeling REALLY wild) I turned out the light.
Somewhere around midnight I hear Stinky crying. I poke at hubby with my toes. "Please, please, YOU go settle him. He is so much BETTER for you these days. " Poke...poke....POKE....JAB JAB JAB.
Delirious husband staggers down the hall. I wonder if he got the right room... "OH! OH! Come here! Gingers Mom, come HERE! COME HERE!!!"
I bolt down the hallway to find a stupefied Dan and a puke covered Stinky. They stare at me, awaiting instruction.
So we clean him up, take away the tainted blankets, Dan changes his pajamas. Snuggle back down for a nice rest. (please please please just be a fluke and not the stomach flu....)
12:30am.
Crying and wailing from Stinky's room. "Mommy, I sickies! I sickies!"
Crap.
Poke at sleeping husband. No stirring. I assume he is faking.
Yep. Another puke covered Stinky. Except this time he got it everywhere. Toss all bedding in the washer and camp out on the couch with towels and bowl. Until 3:30am.
Sleepy sleepy Gingers Mom.
He slept the rest of the night.
He awoke hungry and asking for eggs. Oops. All outta eggs.
So as I was making him cereal I turn around and he was happily devouring an egg. A Cadbury Creme Egg to be exact. Close enough?
The I decide. He seems well enough to go to school. I really need to grocery shop and it is Pony ride day at preschool, something he has been so excited about. Yes. I took my kid to school after a night of puking.
You are welcome, all other parents of the preschool. Just consider it payback for all the crud you have sent to school with your kids that mine happily brought home to me.
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