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The One Where Mom Feels Slightly Ticked Because She's Sick And No One Seems To Care

I made some hashbrown hamburger helper thingie tonight and I think my stomach tried to give it back to the world. I am so sick still. I don't know if it's dinner, a cold, the stress, moving, good lord - it could be any or all of those things. I never have a negative thing to say about my husband other than his snoring so when I get upset at him, it must be bad. I told him I was feeling horrible and I got nothing. No, "What can I get for you?" No, "Why don't you go lay down and I'll watch the kids." No, you get the idea. Donovan noticed when I was curled up that I looked sad, put his hand on my cheek and said, "Mamma no sad". I cried. Kirk didn't notice. I don't get sick often and when I do, I suck it up most times. Yeah I bitch and complain about feeling like shit but when I'm sick enough to hurl and am curled up on the couch breathing heavy and the toddler notices, I'd like to think my husband would too. WARNING I feel a self pity party coming on for me, hang on.

I never get a sick day. Even if I call into work sick, I'm usually still taking care of the kids. He helps out, he does but still. I don't want to sound pissy but sometimes I do feel underappreciated and god knows, I am SO not trying to be a martyr here. There are times where I say just let me do it so that it gets done the right way (i.e. my way). I know I can be pushy like that, he knows it too. But when I am sick, just notice please. And take care of me. And the kids. And the dishes. And the laundry. And the diapers. Why? Because that's what I do all day everyday. Thank you.

Ok that was mildly relieving. I'm sitting here listening to Sophia cry. I would normally go get her but I know it's because she can't poop. Sorry, should have warned you on the poop thing. My neice, Lynnea (hereunto known as Naya), she had pooping troubles too. Prune juice cleared it up for her. Phia's had some prune/apple juice but she's still having problems. Normally I would help her out (if you know what I mean and hey, don't think about it too long, it's gross to have that visual in your head much less actually do it) but as soon as I go to do it, she doesn't have the problem anymore - at least while there's someone to distract her. She's had her juice and hopefully it'll break it up and come 3 or 4 am I'll be able to change a craptastic diaper. Oh am I looking forward to that.

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