Today is not a good day.
I am STILL not feeling any better in the evenings.
My house is still a disaster zone.
Todd has finals this next week so he is a giant stress ball. Which makes him sicker than normal.
Rylin has some kind of respiratory infection so she is whiny. And clingy. And whiny. And whiny.
Rylin was up every 45 minutes last night from 8:00-1:30 crying and coughing and whining. I gave her some Tylenol around 1:30 and propped her up with my own pillow. She finally fell asleep around 2:30. I finally fell asleep around 4:00 and was back up again with her promptly at 8:00.
She has been whining ALL. DAY. LONG.
She pooped while in the bathtub this morning (her new favorite thing) and I ran out of hot water cleaning it up before she could get rinsed off so she got cold water for that.
I gave her a spanking (her second ever) when she wouldn't calm down long enough for me to put a diaper on.
As of this moment she has a poopy diaper that I am too sick to change, and a runny nose that needs wiping, and is leaning against the easy chair whining.
I just threatened her with another spanking if she didn't stop pointing and yelling "NO" at me.
She just got put in time out. She is still whining, coughing, and crying.
Nothing sounds good to eat anymore, and I am starving.
I made a big pan of funeral potatoes that smell and look wonderful. I took one big bite and it was heavenly. Then I tasted awful freezer burn from the potatoes. They are ruined. There is no saving them. I have to throw the whole pan away. I HATE throwing food (money) away.
Those are the only thing I can eat right now, and the store is closed because it's the Sabbath.
We didn't make it to church today, obviously.
Rylin only took a nap for 1.5 hours. I passed out for 1/2 hour of that as soon as I sat down somewhere.
I want to crawl somewhere away from the whining and cry.
But I can't because I need to be here. I haven't even showered yet and it's 5:00 p.m.
I can't survive another night like last night.
I don't know if I will be able to make it to work tomorrow.
We've prepaid for daycare and I doubt they'll take her like this.
Anybody want to come to Rexburg and take over?
Or at least bring me some funeral potatoes?
Please?
And this is why God gave us husbands, even stressed out sick ones who are grumpy and complainy.
ReplyDeleteI changed the diaper, went to the store and bought more ingredients. (I think God will let me go on this one.)
Picked up Rylin, and then fed her dinner. Jena in turn gave Rylin another bath, finished feeding her, and watched her while I attempted to work on more homework.
And we survived to go on and fight another day...