Our family has a monster of a cold.
Bart caught his three weeks ago. It mostly went away but came back with a fury last Friday. He's out trying to get into a doctor who will see him on a Saturday...after a full week of just getting worse.
Dave and I came down with it yesterday. I could slowly feel my immune system giving in. Being sick with a toddler in the home that is sick and bored with being sick? C'mon mothers, where y'at?
*sigh*
So this is my venting post.
Strike 1. Dave spills my mug of apple juice all over my desk, mouse, keyboard, and floor.
Strike 2. I'll keep it simple and say it was a diaper malfunction.
Strike 3. Trying to make a semblance of a lunch, I spill easymac shells and powder all over the place, only to turn around and see.....
Strike 4. (Aren't you only allowed 3?) Dave holding above mentioned apple juice mug trying to get the last ounce of juice out, when he sees that I'm looking he throws said mug onto hardwood floor, it shatters into pieces.
Strike 5. While trying to clean up sticky apple juice mug pieces and shards, I sneeze and ram a piece into my hand.
And lunch
still isn't made.
ps. Anyone wanna sub for me to play piano just 2nd hour for primary?