Little Weasel was briefly sick on Friday night with the upchucks. (One hurl on the carpet.)
Princess Crocodile Tears was briefly sick on Saturday with the upchucks. (one hurl, same carpet.)
Like many of their pass illnesses, I flew by without a scratch.
Moms are not allowed to get sick. There is no one around to take care of us.
Monday afternoon, I start feeling ucky.
I am use to migraines. That is my illness du jour. As I like to say, all my problems are from the neck up.
Feeling ucky from the stomach is not me.
By the time Mr. Ujest comes home from work on Monday night, I feel like I drank a bleach, vineagar & ammonia cocktail. I do a shot of pepto with a Nyquil chaser and fall asleep at 6pm
This morning I think I a.m feeling better ( bah.) take the kids to school and actually eat something. When I pick up Princess Crocodile Tears from pre school, I think I am marginally recovered.
However, she decides to whine incessantly on the way home that tells me that she has decided to get sick again.
My stomach decides it really hates me.
My daughter decides to have diarreaha.
And if that doesn’t make matters infinately poopy around here, my husband * The Ultimate Pity Party Gate Crasher* , has just come home from work with the chills, diarehea and feeling ucky.
I can’t even feel crappy by myself. He has to trump me. Every.Freaking.Time.
Wah.