Sick is coming out all over
Today the Girl comes home from school complaining that she feels like crap. The child is somewhat of a hypochondriac, so I nod and listen with empathy and then drive her to work.
By the time I got back, the Boy had some home and he was complaining about feeling like crap. Hmmm. He shares with me that, for the first time since he has been in high school, he actually pooped in the bathroom there. Like me, we're a poop at home family. We don't really like public restrooms. This means that his reportage is monumental. He spends the entire evening complaining and I decide to check for fever. The child is on fire.
Meanwhile the Girl calls me and tells me she's barfed at work 3 times. She only ate a salad, and it came right back up. So I'm thrilled to hear this, as I know that she'll be barfy all night. She's a real barfer, that one. True to my prediction, I picked her up, brought her home, and within 5 minutes she was roarking in the upstairs bathroom. She was so loud she woke up the Boy, and he sleeps through everything. It was no pleasant.
He goes back to sleep, she passes out on the chair in the living room, and because life doesn't suck enough, Worthless Pet comes downstairs and pees on the floor. Again. Because all the floors in the house were scrubbed today and nothing says "Pay Attention To Me!" like some rank cat pee.
Meanwhile I feel so crappy that I can't even eat. I had, in total today, 2 meatballs, 3 mushrooms, 2 tiny apples. The good news is, that scale keeps going down down down.
There is not enough calgon in the world to solve this. Tomorrow is going to majorly suck. Stumble It! JBlog Me