Well, that 12-hour tummy bug turned out to be a lot bigger than I thought he was, the sneaky little sucker. I haven't kept anything down for a day and a half. There was no one who could babysit for me, so I've sucked it up and done what I need to do. Maybe it's because I've felt absolutely wretched, but it depresses me that my five-year-old isn't more empathetic and understanding. I gave up lying on the recliner and asking her to get water and snacks for herself, which were in easy reach for her. It's been Mom, will you get the box of seashells so I can do an art project? Mom, heat up my chicken nuggets--please. I don't want yogurt I can reach, I want chicken nuggets. Mom, we *never* get to go to the park anymore. Mom, will you change the icemaker to crushed ice? I don't like cubed, I want crushed. Monny, put in a movie--please. I know she's only a preschooler, but I feel like crying of weariness because it's like I'm running a marathon every time I get up and down. When do they start getting it that Mom is sick and they could help out a little?
Anyway, roll on, CM! I'll be back when I feel like a human being.
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