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Sick of being sick
14 years ago
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And really sick of my babies being sick. I hate hearing my 3 year old coughing uncontrollably all night. And I worry it IS all night since she's in her own room. :( If it's bronchitis, I want her to the doctor's. If it's not, then I shouldn't. There's no fever, so I have no reason to take her in. But she's COUGHING. She also runs around and plays. But she's coughing coughing coughing. And today she helped my sister clean the carpet upstairs (after I got an enzyme based cleaner so it'd be very easy...) and now she's got these hive/bruise things on her legs that just leave me hovering and whimpering, wanting to lay around her.
Of course, my Kuppy has never let me hover. Even when she's been very ill, she wants her space. *sighs* Can't seem to win.
The boy is a bit more sturdy it seems. Coughing, sure. But then he sleeps all night. and all day. and all night. Blah.
Husband is working, and I'm annoyed at Wal-mart for deciding that Black Friday this year will start on Thanksgiving night (no really.) So he has to be at work at 5pm on Thanksgiving. I know you all want your sales, but reconsider buying from places opening on Thanksgiving. I mean, come ON. Where will they stop if we don't draw a line? Why even HAVE a 'black friday' if you're just going to start it on Thanksgiving.
On that note, it's annoying that he hasn't gone to his stupid games. Last week he was sick so he stayed home. This week, I don't know what happened other than he was maybe worried about me, then bit my head off due to feeling irritated. Meanwhile I can never fold the laundry because I don't have space to do it in, and usually I get all caught up when he goes to his game, yet he doesn't seem to believe me that I do like him to go. Just not every week.
Course whether it's his stress, or my sick, or his sick, or the kids sick, or whatever the blazes, right now I feel very much alone and pretty much thrown in a hole worthless. I'm surrounded by males continually snarling about how much they hate the holidays, a family who snarl at one another so much it makes a lion feeding frenzy look like a dainty affair (and they've already started the "why are you not coming this year" guilt trips), my mom who delicately is begging for me to start helping her get Christmas presents and possibly put up decorations, and wondering if I can fix my mom's computer myself, among other things. I want the height board cut, it's such a little 2 second deal to cut it and have it done so I can measure my kids for instance, but I can't get anyone to do it (and before you say "do it yourself", you try when the only daylight you got is when a 3 and 1 year old are pulling at your tail. I'm far too nervous using powertools around them. Not so much that they'll get hurt then, but that they'll go and try it out on their own later. They don't need to see the on button...)
I'm done. I'm just done. If I could find a babysitter so he wouldn't be bothered I'd so disappear in a cave somewhere for a few hours, maybe steal one of my nephew's tents, grab some grub, and disappear a day completely. But I can't. I'm stuck as surely as a vixen with two paws in the trap.
Of course, my Kuppy has never let me hover. Even when she's been very ill, she wants her space. *sighs* Can't seem to win.
The boy is a bit more sturdy it seems. Coughing, sure. But then he sleeps all night. and all day. and all night. Blah.
Husband is working, and I'm annoyed at Wal-mart for deciding that Black Friday this year will start on Thanksgiving night (no really.) So he has to be at work at 5pm on Thanksgiving. I know you all want your sales, but reconsider buying from places opening on Thanksgiving. I mean, come ON. Where will they stop if we don't draw a line? Why even HAVE a 'black friday' if you're just going to start it on Thanksgiving.
On that note, it's annoying that he hasn't gone to his stupid games. Last week he was sick so he stayed home. This week, I don't know what happened other than he was maybe worried about me, then bit my head off due to feeling irritated. Meanwhile I can never fold the laundry because I don't have space to do it in, and usually I get all caught up when he goes to his game, yet he doesn't seem to believe me that I do like him to go. Just not every week.
Course whether it's his stress, or my sick, or his sick, or the kids sick, or whatever the blazes, right now I feel very much alone and pretty much thrown in a hole worthless. I'm surrounded by males continually snarling about how much they hate the holidays, a family who snarl at one another so much it makes a lion feeding frenzy look like a dainty affair (and they've already started the "why are you not coming this year" guilt trips), my mom who delicately is begging for me to start helping her get Christmas presents and possibly put up decorations, and wondering if I can fix my mom's computer myself, among other things. I want the height board cut, it's such a little 2 second deal to cut it and have it done so I can measure my kids for instance, but I can't get anyone to do it (and before you say "do it yourself", you try when the only daylight you got is when a 3 and 1 year old are pulling at your tail. I'm far too nervous using powertools around them. Not so much that they'll get hurt then, but that they'll go and try it out on their own later. They don't need to see the on button...)
I'm done. I'm just done. If I could find a babysitter so he wouldn't be bothered I'd so disappear in a cave somewhere for a few hours, maybe steal one of my nephew's tents, grab some grub, and disappear a day completely. But I can't. I'm stuck as surely as a vixen with two paws in the trap.
