Sometimes I feel like I can't catch a break. Just when I start to get ahead at home and work life sucker punches me in the back.
I woke up Tuesday around 4:00 am with a vicious vicious stomach virus. After puking for the umpteenth time I finally nudged my hubby with my foot and and told him he was going to have to get Evie up, fed, dressed and off to daycare. There was no way I was going to be able to move out of the bed. After a few hours I managed to drag my sorry butt to walmart for ginger ale and crackers. I thought I was going to pass out.
I planted myself on the couch with a bowl and in between trips to the bathroom to puke I watched Breaking Dawn Part One and old episodes of GLEE. At some point I managed to keep some crackers down.
Then hubby came home from work feeling nauseated and with stomach cramps.
This morning Evie had rivers of green snot pouring out of her nose. I am sure it is another ear infection. I am taking her to the doctor this afternoon, so we will see. Did I mention the smell of just about anything but sprite still makes me want to hurl? That might be lunch today. A giant chic-fil-a sprite.
I guess it's a good thing I'm strong swimmer, because we're getting flooded over here.