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Shitstorm

Let's recap, shall we?

My kid is just getting over the stomach flu she's had since Sunday night/Monday morning.
My husband came home from work early yesterday with fever, chills, and a splitting headache. It was so bad- he was writhing around in pain- that I thought his head was going to split open and scorpions were going to crawl out.
My husband's work holiday party was last night. We, of course, did not go.
I woke up this morning with Willa's stomach flu.
My back is still out.
I had to cancel my first personal training session at the Y today, for obvious reasons.
My garage door broke yesterday.
My mother is here helping out.
Except that Willa is in the midst of a mommy phase. I must be in her sight at all times, otherwise there is much whining and screaming. So, even though my mom is here, while I'm laying in bed trying to keep the contents of my stomach inside of me, there is a toddler slamming on my bedroom door.
Also, Willa is going stir crazy because she hasn't been out much since Sunday, but my mom can't drive, and Willa can't be outside for that long because she hasn't taken her medication because of her stomach flu.

Would anyone like to slash my tires, or punch me in the face while we're at it?

Comments

Need a fork to stick in your eye?

Oh, honey. :-(

I wish I was your neighbor. I'd totally come help.

Hang in there.

After I'm done egging your house, is there anything else you want me to do?

You poor sausage, it sounds truly awful. I'm glad your mum is there to help out.

If it's any consolation, they do get over the "I want mummy 24/7" thing after a few days- I've been working lots this week (70 hours!) and Patrick is saying "daddy! daddy!" in the mornings when he wakes up, not "mummy" which is what he has said for the last- well, for as long as he could say it, really. When he does see me, he's still very affectionate, but at least I can leave the house without major tears.

Good luck.

Oh, and zofran rocks, but it can give you a horrible headache (just in case the husband is too sick to tell you).

I'm sure other people will sum up my sympathetic feelings much better than I ever could. I wish you and your family nothing but the best.

With that said, what the hell did you do in your last life? Rob blind and deaf nuns? Punch some god's baby in the face? There's bad luck, but this takes it well past the next level!

No I dont want to do that, but I would love to bring you all to Australia where it is warm and you can take Willa outside.
I hope it gets better for you all soon.
xoxo

Nope. But I wish I could give you a hug... because THAT would fix everything. I'm such a cheese ball.

Nola is in the 'velcro' stage as I'm calling it. It makes it very difficult to make dinner with a child stuck to you. I can only imagine how you are feeling!

I wish you a quick recovery!

Bummer, Torrie! Big time. So sorry for all the mess. It gets better as they get older, I promise. But, you are going to have to wait about 5 more years for that.
I have lots of medical problems, too, plus a 5 and 8 year old (I'm a single mom). Good news: My 8 year old can bring me food and water and help with his sister when I am sick. Willa can help YOU out when she gets older. Something to look forward to!

hi there... i was googling stuff to find a stupid picture for my blog-- that's how i found your page . i noticed the title, and just had to check it out. well, because, i hate everything too !!! then once i started to read, i decided i need to come back when i have more time and read some more. and even in here, your readers/folks commenting are crackin me up, and i have to go check out their pages too!
so, ya, i hope you don't kill anyone or get tarred and feathered or anything before i can get back and read more. great stuff ya got here!
i think we might be related. "))
bye

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