Driving the big white bus.Talking on the big white phone.
And thus was my Friday.
Apart from one of the secretaries calling me to ask if, when the boss flew to Boston about two months ago, did I put that on my credit card, or did he pay for it, because his wife just found some charge on the bill....?
My head is in a toilet. Does he remember paying for it? If he did, that would be his first clue. Must flush now. Thank you for calling.
The last two hours have been rough. The Kid obviously senses something is wrong, and keeps wanting to crawl on me to make sure everything is ok. I don't want her right in front of me, because I have this horrible feeling we're going to keep endlessly passing this back and forth. Plus, the 30lbs. of squirmy pressure on my diaphragm is killa. I was counting down the seconds until bedtime.
I think the only thing I really and truly hate about single parenting is illness. Hers sucks, because I lose sleep. Then she passes it to me, and I'm already out of sick days from her bout with bronchitis in September. Then we're all cranky and miserable, and there's no one around to make soup.
Whine, whine, whine, ok, I'm done.
The thing that I truly love about single parenting is all the friends that are there to support me along the way and who constantly send love and kisses.
You guys rock.
I love you. I'd kiss you, but I'm carrying the plague.
(Plus, you know where my head's been all day).
2 comments:
Puke or no puke we love you!!!!
Too funny--sorta. How about the porcelain palace??
I'm sorry you are sick. When DD was 7 I had an emergency appendectomy. My parents didn't live too far away and we bunked with them til I felt better. Grandma took care of the kid and I slept.
I know that's different from yoiur plague, but you will get better and chances are you won't keep passing it. Hang in there. Big ((hugs) to you both.
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