Monday, November 5, 2007

Dear Stomach Bug

I hate you. I mean that in the most defensive, combative, and soul-wrenching way that I can muster. I hate you from the bottom of my toes.
I hate the way you made my 6 year old stay up all night wretching into a bucket. I hate the way you make me hold her hair back with one hand, rub her back with the other, and search my nightstand simutaneously with my toes for a hair bop. I hate the way you insideously attack on Daylight Savings Time Monday.
I hate the way you are, at this very minute, lodging yourself in my 1 year old's intestines. I know this because she is already up and refusing to eat breakfast....something that never happens.
I hate the way you mocked me in your high squeaky voice as I washed my hands twice this morning in a futile attempt to forstall getting you myself. I'm sure that spending half my night in a bed covered in your 9 trillion offspring is pretty much ensuring your continued survival.

And while we're on the subject of hating, I hate the way my husband cheerfully announced that he was going to be traveling most of this week.

I hate you both. A lot.

4 comments:

Balancing Act said...

Well sounds like we both had sucky weekends. But at least I didn't have the stomach bug visit us. I would hate them both too.

Rosehawk72 said...

Oh dear I am so sorry!! Steven and I have already had this damn thing in the last month so seriously, yell if you need anything!!!

The Salesman's Point of View said...

I hope your husband isn't upset that he was being called out for doing his job.

Are you sure that how things went down this morning??????

Cheysu said...

Pretty darn sure, yeah.