Thursday, September 4, 2008

An (almost) 11 month old just kicked my ass

Both physically and emotionally. I don't think I've ever been so glad to see her go to sleep (yes, I'm sure I'm exaggerating here and that I have in the past been just, if not more, glad to see her go to sleep - but it's hard to see through the pain and anguish that today has been to remember past pain and anguish-filled-days).

Seriously though. You know what's more exhausting than having a kick-ass cold yourself? Having a hubby with a kick-ass cold... make mine a double and add an (almost) 11 month old with a kick-ass cold of her own and thrush on top of that.

While we're at it ... let's triple it up with a dose of "hubby leaving for fishing/boys' weekend" - leaving me alone with aforementioned child with kick-ass cold and a side of thrush.

Damn. Could I feel more sorry for myself?

Good thing I planned a retro-girls-sleepover-night for Saturday. If not, I would seriously have been playing the odds for a nervous breakdown.

Instead, I say, "Bring on the Bellinis!!!"


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