I feel like I’m being unfaithful to the Internet. Still sick, still on antibiotics. My NP called in a scrip for SIXTY hardcore painkillers, but they make me pukey so no painkillers for me unless I’m REALLY desperate.
I’m a bad friend, Internet. My inlaws were here this weekend, and ToddlerA has gone away with them to “find the mountains” for 6 days, and I didn’t even tell you. Is it OK that I’m telling you now? Here’s a secret, to make up for being so aloof: I cried when they drove away. I thought for a few moments I might have a panic attack. I was convinced I would never see her again. And then last night, when I confessed to my husband how I cried- I cried again. I had to quickly walk away and put my headphones on so he’d stop talking to me about it.
Who am I?
Anyway. So that’s where I’ve been: sick, sad, and engrossed in houseguests. Oh, and trying to keep a bucket under BabyJ’s nose, as he is a fountain of snotty goodness. Yay, a vacation from the three year old during which the 10 month old is sick the whole time! Motherfucker.
He CANNOT be 10 months old already!
I’m sorry you guys are sick but damn, this is the thought I walked from your post with!
Funny, the thought I walked away with was “OMFG, she let A go with her in-laws?! She’s braver than I am!” But you’ve met my in-laws so you know why that’s my first thought. 8-/