The one where she uses the phrase “sucks with a suck wattage that cannot be measured”

The one where she uses the phrase “sucks with a suck wattage that cannot be measured”

Being sick sucks.

Being sick when you still have Christmas shopping to do and parties to go to sucks extremely suckily.

Being sick when you still have Christmas shopping to do and parties to go to and your husband and co-parent is also sick and hurling lungs with his coughing sucks with a suck wattage that cannot be measured.

My entire weekend is a blur of sleeping, begging to be put out of my misery and occassionally a pathetic attempt at playing Mother and saying something along the lines of “Be careful or you’ll poke an eye out.” or “If your friends jumped off of a bridge, would you do that too?” It was usually met with confusion since the kids were either playing a video game, watching a movie or not even in the house at the time.

It is Monday and I am supposed to be leaving town.  But those damn laundry/packing/shopping fairies decided to skip my house and head for happy hour rather than help a sick, pathetic and quite delirious Mom out.  Bitches.

Which leaves me today to do everything that I was supposed to do late last week and this weekend.  Hopefully without hacking up another lung or burning people’s flesh with the fire that roars from the back of my sore and swollen throat.

Tis the season for TheraFlu.


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