I am so ready to tell this week to fvck off. I feel terrible complaining about everything that's going on, but I am at the end of my rope.
Monday I felt congested and had a horrible headache that was sinus related. DD1 starts complaining that her stomach hurts after school on Monday. I end up sleeping with DD1 at some point during the night= a sh!tty night of sleep.
Tuesday I wake up to a feverish DD1 screaming that she's going to throw up. I call the pedi and arm her with an empty coffee can to puke in for the ride to the pedi. She throws up twice in the can. She is diagnosed with strep, startes antibiotics and proceeds to spike a fever of 104 in the afternoon.
Wednesday I screwed my ankle up and ran on it. DD1 still sick. Can't go anywhere= going stir crazy at home.
Thursday- DD1 still home from school. DD2 wakes up with fever. Call pedi and get medicine called in to pharamacy. Ankle is terribly sore and I have to skip my run. DD2 spikes a 104 degree fever in the afternoon. I end up sleeping with DD2 last night.
Today- I am exhausted. DD2 is restless and I end up feeling like I've slept with a spider monkey. I find myself crying at 5:00 am because she won't sleep for any decent length of time and I am fed up and exhausted. I turn on the TV and try to go back to sleep while she occupies herself with cartoons. I finally am able to get DD1 back to school. I make plans to go grocery shopping only to find that DD2's fever is back when I return home from school dropoff. DD2 spends the morning growing these bumps all over her face. I am now convinced she has hand, foot and mouth and strep or just hand, foot and mouth. She is grumpy, tired, angry and takes it all out on me.
Add to all of this that DH started working on a truly amazing project for a client this week that will benefit us in multiple ways. Sounds great, right? It is great and I am so thankful, but he is at work for such long hours now and when he's home, he is on the phone almost the entire evening. I am so tired of it all!
I wanted a break tomorrow, but I have a mandatory conference thing at DD1's school tomorrow from 8:30-1:30 and a birthday party at 5. In between those times I have to haul ass to the grocery store and Target to buy groceries and gifts for yet another birthday party for Sunday. I seriously just want to lay in bed and cry and sleep. I also desperately want to get in my 11 mile run on Sunday.
Now kick me in the @ss and tell me to get over it and move on! Please!