The Sickies!!

Miss S. got sick over New Year's weekend, then DH got sick, and now I've got it. I finally gave in and started the Zithrmax. Little Dr. D. has been, thus far, unscathed. I've spent the last few days feeling like absolute shit, not wanting to do anything but lay on the couch -- which is tough to do when you've got two toddlers. It breaks my heart when I'm laying on the couch, and I want to just lay there, and Dr. D comes up to me with the "See & Say" and literally throws it at me - as if to say, "PLAY WITH ME"...how can I say no?

DH has "helped" me by ordering in dinner this week so that I don't have to cook. Great. But the laundry is piled up, and the garbage is piled up. It just goes to show ya - if momma ain't good, ain't nobody good.

Here's my "bad mommy" story for the week: In the middle of the night, I hear Dr. D. on the baby monitor, she's crying. I think maybe its a bad dream or something, because she quiets back down and goes back to sleep. This happens several times over the course of the night and I'm thinking, "aw shit, she's getting sick". I walked into their room the following morning, to find that she had stuck her foot through the rungs of the crib, and it was wedged against the wall. That's why she'd been crying all night - poor thing couldn't figure out how to get her damn leg out, and it had probably fallen asleep to boot. I totally SUCK.

I'm stressed out this week, because I have my sales team meeting next weekend and trying to find someone to babysit the girls. My mom is reluctant to sit for them because Miss S. cries when she's around (had a heart to heart with mom about this. She needs to stop acting like S. is an adult who's made a decision not to like her, she's a BABY for Christ's sake! Get over it!) But more than that, my mom would be at my house for six to eight hours. Why? Because DH would be with the nieces at dancing school. Big fight over this. I tell him he doesn't have his priorities straight, he tells me I'm selfish and trying to compete with the Queens folks. At the heart of it, he likes that I have my "little" scrapbooking "hobby", but when I need him to help me so that I can get out of the house ONCE A MONTH, he's not willing to do that. Yadda yadda yadda.

Life would be so much easier if I had some Zoloft. I'm sure of it. I'm certainly sure things wouldn't bother me as much.

Here's this week's Friday Fiver - I'm still recovering and need to get some rest.

1. Have you broken any New Year's resolutions yet? - I don't do resolutions
2. Broken any bones? - Never
3. When is the last time someone else broke your heart? - Truth be told, I've been the heartbreaker more often than not.
4. What is the most expensive item you've ever broken? - I broke my Lladro cake topper. I broke the head off the groom. Not on purpose either.
5. What phrase are your tired of hearing over and over again? um...how about "That's hot"...