And When We Tempt the Gods…

…they laugh at us.

Today started fine, but transitioned into me feeling like I was on the verge of puking… for most of the afternoon. I hate being sick – especially when I’m the only one around to care for the kids. You can’t just take a nap when you have a two year old trolling around the house – the damage Pumpkin could do in a matter of minutes is insane.

I ended up putting the baby gate up in the hallway, keeping the girls confined to the playroom and their bedrooms while I lay on the floor of my office with a blanket wishing I were anywhere but curled up in the fetal position on the floor because I felt like I was gonna be sick. Of course, since it’s tax season, it’s not like I could call Hubby and have him come home early. So I cried. I cried because all I wanted was to sleep and feel better, and I couldn’t and I couldn’t figure out what to do and I made dinner for the kids and the smell of it made me feel worse.

Hubby was able to get home a smidge early and I was able to take a nice soak in the tub – the downside to that is when I came out, he was in the office with all the kids (Stepson is here tonight too) while The Princess was playing Webkinz, so rather than rest, I popped online and have been wasting time ever since. How can you rest with three loud kids thirtyish feet away? You can’t.

I’m hoping that I feel better tomorrow. And that it’s quiet. And that there’s no snow day, so that at least The Princess will be able to go to school and then I’ll be able to rest a bit while Pumpkin naps.

Never ask what could be worse than tax season. Apparently, I’m going to keep on finding out ways in which it could be worse.

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Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.

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