No I ain't smilin'. Get ready to die you germies!Bah-humbug virus loves my daughter so much!
She's sick again. Which means hubby and I are too.
I've declared an all out war with these nasty germies. They've gotten so bad in my 'hood. I'm all for murderous rampage. Kill. Kiiiiiillllllll.
Really, I'm done with this sickness and so done with my daughter! I know tending to your sick child is part of motherhood but 6 freakin' days of constantly repeating myself and telling her: "blow your nose!" "cough it out!" "drink your water" - I almost sounded like a broken record I should have just recorded my voice and saved myself the trouble. She loves her phlegm so much, she now have both ear infected! Oh yeah. Evil eyes from her doctor made my day.
Did you think the little stinker listened? Heck no! She whines, stomps her feet, grovel, complains, cry and argue with me everytime I deliver my infamous chant. How hard is it to blow your nose?! Seriously. And it doesn't end there. Her favorite time is terrorizing me at night when she wakes up howling and screaming like someone was about to kill her at 1am, 2am, 3am...(it never ends!) I feel like a loser.
No, she doesn't have the flu (thank God). She's just sick enough to stay home but not sick enough that if I do send her to school everyone will think I'm a jerk! Yeah Call me a bad mother. Heck, I'm not perfect. I'm not superwoman either. I just want her to get well and get on with her normal out-of-the-house life - so I can have the same! - that and before I squooshed her like an ant!
If she only lay there like a sweet doll and cooing for attention like a cute kitten then it would be a different story. But heck no!
Fellow moms, if you can't relate with my sufferings, at least, c'mon over and treat me with a strong drink!
Maria I can use your famous Cosmopolitan just about now.