Hi, my name is Jess and I live in sick house.
The girls are sick.
I am sick.
I am so tired of being sick. I went to the doctor 2 weeks before our vacation at Disney, I was super sick all through Disney because my doctor was convinced that I just had allergies. He was wrong. I’m on antibiotics, I don’t feel much better.
Now both girls are sick. I’m exhausted because I can’t remember a night when neither of them woke up. One of them tag teams me up with coughing or something.
Allie got sick first, last week. Ava was next today–knew it when she would barely get out of bed. We are flirting ever so close with the school temperature cut off. We’re gonna see how things go in the morning. She really doesn’t want to miss school and I really don’t want to miss work after being out of the office for continuing ed last week (following a week of vacation). I kind of have stuff to do. Like a lot.
I feel like people think we grow the plague in our house. Like we must be the sickliest people ever. I can’t get well and they are always coming down with something. People probably hate having meetings with me.
It is so damn frustrating. We all take vitamins. We don’t do anything differently. We’ve lived in the same place. I hate that those poor girls have to feel like crap. I’m gonna go with daycare and blame that. Sure, that’s it.
I just want all of us well for an extended period of time. Gah. Is that too much to ask?!
So we’ll see what the morning brings. The meals have been prepped. The alarm has been set. But it’s 7:00 and the baby is asleep and the big one has been for 45 minutes. I’m not putting my bucks on being at the office. Thank God for a great boss.