And no, this time it is not my daughter (she has an immune system like her father- never/rarely sick). I am the lucky duck who is living in a miserable state of being.
Ugh. Monday - sore throat - thought I was being pathetic. Tuesday major sore throat - but had major work to do. Wednesday - cough syrup - more major work to do. Thursday - my husband told me to stay home. I chose to go to the doctor (I usually suffer through most stuff so this was major).
I figured I should, since I passed out on the couch last night right when I got home and left my husband to fend for himself with a child who was feeling like being two.
I woke up once to him angrily sweeping the living room.... I am sure he was steaming mad.... but I just rolled over and fell back to sleep. I think he might have asked me to do something that I flat out said no to... but I can't remember.
So now I am on antibiotics (yay for the 3rd trimester - drugs are back in the picture!!!!) and back to work I went.
WHY IS IT ... the shortest week always seems like the longest? And why the shortest weeks bring the largest problems that need as much time as possible to resolve-obviously there are only 24 hours in a day and that just doesn't cut it now does it?
Sigh. Such is life. Except in all the magazines everyone has beautiful clean houses without driveways that are being torn up... I would like a magazine life just for a day. Just one, I normally thrive on chaos and can take charge of most anything... but right about now that magazine life looks rather tempting.
I am now back to being exhausted- I did try the Mountain Dew/Milk Duds/Sweedish Fish diet to get me through the day - no such luck. And I know there are probably some mothers who are "shame shame shaming" me right now... but seriously don't care, just glad I made it through the day.
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