Ella was up from 2 a.m. til 4 a.m. with a gnarly case of the throw-ups. Though she seems better this morning, it's not completely out of her system (let's just say I'm VERY grateful we buy diapers in bulk at Costco).
The dishes are piled up and out of control. This might not seem like a big deal, but it's like I can SEE all of the old food turning to stone on my beautiful plates, right before my very eyes.
Ben doesn't have school today (thank you, Veterans!) and is going nuts with the lack of socialization and stimulation around here. Mama is consequently going nuts-ier.
Ella is (understandably) grumpy & exhausted and wants to be held every 5 minutes. Which is hard when you're trying to stay on top of throw-up (etc.) laundry from early morning hour.
I have somehow managed to injure my knee. It's swollen and puffy and feels like someone injected it with Jello.
Somehow I suddenly turned OLD.
In the 2 minute window I was granted to sort through vomit laundry, I found the world's largest potato bug in our washing machine. Let's not even try to figure out how in tarnations this landed in my house, let alone my beautiful washing machine. Let's just sit for a moment and soak in its monstrosity. Please note the furry hair pricklies and claw like toes. Holy creep fest, Batman.
I screamed and shivered so hard I almost threw up. Also....I mistakenly thought it was a large piece of lint or paper, so I actually PICKED IT UP. Like, in my hand. A giant, dead, wet, limp potato bug. Is it possible for things to get worse around here?
Dan is supposed to be gone all weekend on a retreat. Leaving me alone to tend to The Littles. One of which may or may not still be barfing. Who knows; by then, we might ALL be barfing.
My morning coffee is untouched; cold and depressed. Not even 30 seconds in the microwave can fix this.
We're still a whole day away from Friday.
The almond-scented raspberry cake with cream cheese frosting that Auntie Favi made for birthday girl Ella is now officially gone.
I see no reason to leave the comfort & warmth of my pajamas today.
How, in heaven's name, do single mothers DO IT?
What this day needs is a Starbucks double tall Eggnog Latte. First person on my doorstep with this drink wins unconditional love forever. And a dead mammoth-sized potato bug.
OH MY GOD. I haven't even read the post yet. The mutant bug appeared in my blog roll page and I flipped out. HOLY CRAP. Okay now I will read your blog.
ReplyDeleteOkay. I read it. I'm so sorry! I wish I could show up at your door with an Eggnog Latte! And some air freshener. And another cake to replace the recently devoured one. And a voucher for a nap. And a coupon for some big time extermination.
ReplyDeleteHi. I'm just going to keep commenting. Charlotte and MC both agree that this does not look like an insect so much as something from a movie about aliens.
ReplyDeleteGirl. You know I would bring you that latte too! And I would probably do your dishes and find some spiderman cell phone puzzles to occupy Ben.
ReplyDeleteI hope that the kids are in bed now and you can relax. love you lady!
Edith, thank you for recognizing the severity of the potato bug situation (several times over). It was slightly traumatizing, I'm not gonna lie. For me, not him. Although I'm sure being in a washing machine and going through the "heavily soiled" cycle was traumatizing for him too. And both you girls- thank you for bringing me lattes in spirit. As it turned out, my husband read my blog and walked in the door with my order. I love that man.
ReplyDeleteGo, Dan! I love him too. Even more after the latte delivery.
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