I’ve just been laying in my own vomit, shivering in a pool of sweat… Crying and moaning and aching. I’ve been doing this since about 10am Sunday. Fun times.
This is NOT a good time to have the flu. I’m leaving for Disney TOMORROW and have nothing done. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not a damn thing.
So… the sitter life saver is here for the second day in a row, so that I can try and shove some shit in a bag get organized and pack. Do you know how much STUFF is involved with packing and getting ready for a week and half trip somewhere?!?! Much less to Disney World?!?! And it doesn’t help that I cry every.single.time. I do anything Disney related… Like this morning when I had to request the crib for the room. The sitter life saver (aka Megan) must think I’m completely insane. (She might be right.)
If anyone wants to get their ass to Georgia and help me, please feel free. I promise to de-contaminate the house.
ETA: First person to show up gets smuggled into Disney in a duffle bag. So far, Bad Mommy has dibs….
ETA, Again: Someone get here quick with some Xanax or something… Seriously. It’s one of those days. Getting over the flu, a million and one fucking things to do, whiny and clingy baby, my feelings have been hurt by not one, but two people today, the Mister won’t get home until after the kids’ bedtime (just found that nugget of information out,) and I’m scared to drink since I’m getting over the flu…
Screw it. I’m drinking. Cheers. I’m having a pity party. (Sorry, I don’t have them often. Ignore.) And a lot of it is over the hurt feelings part. Where are people when you need them?!?! Damnit. Screw you guys.
Okay, carry on…