I'm kind of over fighting the good fight.
Tired of picking myself up again.
Incapable of not whining.
I mean, it is just a cold.
But it comes with So. Much. Baggage.
That I don't want to unpack.
My big girl panties are in a pool at my feet.
Any advice on how to pull them up and muddle through?
P.S. Uh oh. I was just informed that the toddler's coat was covered in puke. Apparently, I was so out of it yesterday I didn't notice when I picked her up at preschool. I don't know if it's hers or not, but it looks like we have been exposed.
You guys, I will seriously lose it if I start puking on top of everything else. I mean I'm holding my own so far, by the grace of God. Stomach flu will push me over the edge into madness.
Who up there thinks I'm not sick enough? I mean, really, you can stop aaaaaany time now.
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