Thursday, March 10, 2016

In which I complain

I cleared the table from Monday's dishes last night after I finally ate 1:00 am.

Zoë threw up on me at 3:30 am, about a half hour after Andrew came to bed. So we made a repeat of the night before and he slept on the couch.

Miriam barely made it to school on time.

Rachel stayed home from school sick.

Benjamin was nothing but a bother all day. He is going absolutely stir crazy.

Zoë napped for a grand total of fifteen minutes at lunch and another half hour at dinner (which was PB&J for the second night in a row for Benjamin and Miriam (Rachel and I had leftover chicken soup, which I made on Monday)).

I got zero naps. I pulled an all-dayer.

Most of my day was spent with Zoë literally tied to my back while doing a ridiculous amount of laundry once again because we're still puking over here.

I had a two-hour rehearsal again this evening and we dragged the whole family to the stake center (don't worry—the sickies were quarantined away from the general populace) because it's not in my driving bubble and I wasn't able to get a ride with anyone else.

When I went to get her out of her car seat I put my hand into a lovely poop-splosion.

Zoë is still awake with no signs of slowing down any time soon.

Andrew is still working on his papers. I'm supposed to edit them.

So here we are, it's midnight-thirty and bedtime is no where in sight.

And I just wanted to whine a bit. But, really, it's okay.

My friend Marian has some stomach thing at her house as well. She took her littlest guy into the ER for stitches on Sunday night and her biggest guy into the ER for dehydration (technically, I suppose, for rehydration) today.

As tired as I am of this week...I'm glad I had my week and not hers!