I may die from the stomach flu. I'm on day two and I still feel crappy. My kids have abandoned me to go to my in-laws house where someone has the energy to care for them.
I'm in my room, alone and feeling like I have to puke. I'm ready to feel better, or at least more like myself. I miss my kids.
I know I really feel like crap when my house is a huge mess and I don't even care. There is a Barbie in my fridge, I don't know how it got there and I don't care. There's also blankets on my bedroom floor, Otter Pop drippings in the kitchen and I left the bread out on the counter during my attempt at eating this morning.
Next time you hear from me hopefully my fridge will be Barbie free, I will have possibly washed my hair and I won't feel like puking everytime I blink.