You know those moments when everything goes wrong and your friends all move out of town and you just experienced one too many awkward and painful moments with people that are supposed to love and support you and then you get the stomach flu at the exact same time that your husband does in the middle of the night?
Thank God Brock put in a second bathroom, because my boxing-out skills are strong from my years of playing basketball and he wouldn't stand a chance against these bony elbows and child birthing hips.
And I will have you know that I don't just go all willy nilly with my stomach flu time. I am type A right down to the way I vomit. I first braided my hair, then put on a headband so as not to get anything nasty in my locks. Then I wiped down the base of the toilet, because once I got onto the floor, I realized that Thing 1 had indeed been using the toilet (and not just my shower) as a urinal. Then I hit a high C and commenced with my business.
Then I repeated the process multiple times until I was reduced to a sweaty, quivering lump in my bed. The next day, in between trying to sleep and take care of my children (ha!), I discovered two pieces of disheartening information from people that I love. Then I was sad. Then I walked around most of today with greazzzzzy (but not chunky!), unbrushed hair in Brock's t-shirt (that I happen to hate) and I fed my children McDonald's for lunch because cooking is not an option.
On a positive note, times like this usually end in me losing a few pounds and thinking about the person that I do NOT want to be. Then, after an arduous process of sorting out my thoughts, I make mental notes to not make those same mistakes, but to do better with myself for those around me.
I know that I am being cryptic here, and I am in no way searching for "Oh sorry, tell me what happened." I am just venting, and I am merely doing the right thing by not naming names. Look at me! I'm a grown up now!
I think that I deserve some ice cream... and maybe a sticker.
I also want to pause and thank you all for reading what I write. Your support and comments mean more to me than you could imagine. And I'm almost sorry that I started my last post with telling people to f*** off. Please google images for Cats Wearing Hats and accept that as my mostly sincere apology.
How do you handle situations that are just plain wrong? What do you eat when recovering from the stomach flu (especially since my system can no longer handle Saltines, which were my go-to food for problematic tummy times)?
Peace and Love,