Seriously. It looks like a malaria ward in here with all the limp children and lining up for temperature-taking and medicine cups and hugs and Kleenex and blankets and another blanket so my toes don’t hang out and get me the remote and stop touching me, Mom he won’t stop touching me and closing the day with one child: no fever; second child: 101; third child: 103.8.
Tomorrow will be Day Three of I Can’t Hear Myself Think with Strawberry Shortcake on the Other Computer and SpongeBob on TV When I’m Trying to Friggin’ Work Over Here. And of course, this is the week I’m supposed to go full-time. Way to need three sick days.
*finger guns*
Poor you – I have just spent ten days looking after three ill children plus husband while I was ill myself. There is nothing more exhausting, work seems like bliss!
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Oh dear……when it rains it pours (my life has been a roller coaster for the last six months)………..I know how overwhelming life gets dear friend………
Big hugs and healing kisses for you all.
Love you
Jeanne
OMG, you are giving me flashbacks to this time last year!
Hang in there!
(heh. my wod is “care”)
Here’s hoping you don’t join them on the couch with the fever and the vomit and all that stuff. Submerge yourself in Purel so you don’t get it!!
shall I send some Lysol?
Major suckage.