And it keeps getting worse…
This morning has, for lack of a better term, has bit the big one.
For one, my CVS Pharmacy still cannot locate my insurance card, and they still can’t find Mia’s either. Um, I kinda need those.
My depression has gotten to it’s lowest point. So, I thought I’d go see one of my therapists, ya know, the big one. He’s the expensive one, so I only break him out when the going gets really tough.
And guess what?
I never made it to see him this morning.
Why?
On our way to the baby sitter’s M was complaining of a tummy ache.
So I asked her if she needed the puke bag (yes, I keep a puke bag in the car. I’m a mom. It’s what we do) and she said no.
So I ask her again, “M… do you need to puke?”
“No mommy, I just have a tummy ache”
“M, are you sure? I can get it for you”
“No mommy, I don’t need to puke”
PUUUUUUUKE
All over her.
All over the car.
All over the car seat.
And all she had to do was tell me she needed the puke bag.
Is it spring yet?
Hang in there! (and if it makes you feel better, I was one of those pukey kids…shame on me)
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Domestic Debacle Reply:
March 5th, 2010 at 1:06 pm
Thanks friend and please tell me the pukies don’t last forever…
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Aww sweetie you need a break! Please let me know if I can do anything for you, and I mean that!!
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OH no…I hope she feels better soon.
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Aawww… I’m sorry you are having it so rough! Yes I keep a puke bag in my car too. I learned that the hard way. My youngest is a puker and can never make it to toilet and doesn’t let me know in the car. So I know exactly where you are coming from…
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Hate to hear you are having such a hard time. Hope you are able to reschedule and that M feels better.
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