Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Just Shoot me Between the Eyes

Please!!! I can't take this anymore...

Once again -- Here I am with pinkeye...
Here I am without pinkeye.I want to go to work. I have missed Soooo much here lately -- with children, husband, myself, pinkeye -- I KNOW my priority is to be Mommy, but I am so overwhelmed and I am just about at my wits end. I thank God every night for having a wonderful bunch of coworkers.

Hopefully, we can all get over this pinkeye, and all of this seasonal crap so we can get back to normal. Oh and joy of joys -- husband said he was puking at work last night. I told him to STAY AWAY from me.

I know -- I'm whiney today.

By the way, do you know how hard it is, with pink eye as the Mama to NOT touch stuff. I couldn't fix the girls' hair this morning, or dress them, they did themselves and they look like they dressed themselves. Just think of all the things you touch...

Today I am thankful for hand sanitizer.

4 comments:

Sober Steve said...

Looks like things are getting better in your world. Hope kids get over everything soon, so you all can enjoy spring.

Steve

Anonymous said...

what about #1 child, will she get it again? didn't she have it last year? Goodness! i was gonna invite yall up to have a cookout this weekend (we'll plan another time), let me know when you all are well and not contagious.

Your big sister.

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