There’s nothing that says “good morning!” like cleaning up a trail of your kid’s sick that leads from the living room, down the entire hallway, and all over the bathroom.
Ezra has been throwing up since Sunday. And I have been UP TO MY EYEBALLS in cleaning him up, the floors up, his bed up, and myself up after all the messy clean up. My washing machine has not had a rest. (BTW- Thank you God for washing machines.)
The strange thing is, he seems fine when he’s not throwing up. But then, out of the blue, he throws up again.
Icing on the cake! Yesterday, I started to feel sick too. I was cleaning up after Ezra and I almost lost it myself. And since then, I have felt very yucky and my throat is sore. I’m exhausted. My body feels like it’s grinding itself up. I crawled into bed super early last night and just passed out after I finally got Ezra to bed. What a day.
Other frustrations that are adding to the madness in my household: The heater isn’t working. I’m freezing. And the power keeps flickering off a few times a day- just enough to reset ALL the clocks and mess up the internet for a half an hour or so.
I… want my mommy. *sniff*