...posts today because bitches I can do that.
Last night I didn't post because not only was I lazy.... but I was engrossed with my sister in law watching 16 and Pregnant. I'll have a post on that fucking mess someday.
Anyways. So I can't remember if I mentioned it, but I'm cooking Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Well, some of it. My mom is making the turkey and dressing/stuffing WHATEVER, and my Grandma is bringing a few side things. I'm in charge of corn, green bean casserole, potatoes, appetizers, pie, and bread. And although a part of me feels like people don't think I can handle doing it all.... I'm ok with it. First off, I can't afford to buy it all right now. Second off, I have a big kitchen but it's easier when people share the oven related duties.
I have to make the pie this evening and I'll probably start on little things I can store in the fridge overnight. Hoping my potatoes thaw (I froze them after my in-laws garden bounty and thank god because potatoes are fucking expensive here), and we always have cocktail shrimp for the boys which at the moment, frozen stiff. So yeah. Come on and thaw whores!
But the icing on it all is that I have two sick kids. Olivia is on day 5 of this shit so I'm hoping she'll be fine for tomorrow. Jackson is on day one and looks absolutely miserable. Actually both kids do. But last night Olivia was dozing while sitting on my lap and promptly peed on me.
Then after some drama at bedtime, she pukes in her bed. Which, anyone who knows me in real life knows I can't handle puke. I can't handle any kind of puke and I don't care if I pushed you through my vagina, it doesn't matter and I'll be gagging. Which I was. And that went into overdrive when I saw that some puke got on my arm. Matt's really lucky I didn't through up right there as well. DISGUSTING. So after changing sheets and getting a new pillow for her, and battling over the night light that isn't good enough for her, she went to sleep. But all night I heard both of them coughing.
Oh, and Matt? Had really bad heartburn. Pretty much anything he eats results in heartburn and possibly throwing up. He eats TUMS like fucking candy and nothing over the counter work. And I keep insisting that he go to the doctor but he goes to a fucking quack who told him what he's doing is all he can do. Um... no. That's not true. I watch TV and I've seen commercials for drugs specifically for this. So I told him he better call the doctor fucking ASAP because I hate waking up to hear him puke. It's disgusting.
Sometimes.... I really hate living here. Because when I'm sick- nobody is babying me. Nope- I get asked when I'm washing laundry the next time.
And the test may come soon... because I have a sore throat and my head feels clogged. This time last year I had H1N1 flu and thought I was dying. This year.. I'm getting what I hope is only a cold.