Just a little whine, if you please...

Okay. I'm going to whine right now. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to read it, but it must be released (again). My husband was gone for the week. I spent all Thursday throwing up and sleeping while my baby crawled on my head and called random people on the phone. It took all my energy to keep her away from my barf bowl. That night, I was so weak that I had to crawl to the kitchen with frequent rests. Every time I tried to stand up I started to black out. My son had to make my chicken noodle soup for me because I couldn't get high enough on my knees to put it in the microwave. My big kids really did step up that day (and earned some serious babysitting dough!) They fed the baby, changed her diaper, and generally kept her out of my room. The down side of this was the nuclear disaster that three young children leave when left to their own devices for 24 hours. There was yogurt smeared across several living room chairs and plopped on the floor. I think an entire bag of fishy crackers was dumped on the rug and ground into the smallest possible pieces. The baby had unpacked a box of kitchen items that I had just packed. Does this sound sad? Completely pathetic? I agree. I have been having my own serious pity party ever since.

Then, it got better. My boy started throwing up after he probably spread this plague got home from school on Friday. In a lovely harmony, my big girl started puking a duet. I called my hubby and told him, VERY regretfully, that he had probably better not come home for the weekend. He really can't afford to miss any days of his new job if he gets this beast. I am still feeling like a recently beaten rug, and my girl was up every 20 minutes throwing up. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. I wish I was exaggerating.

Does anyone want to write how sad they are for me and my poor fatherless children? I know I do!