My Personal Pity Party

Since I am a mom, in reality nothing can be about me anymore. And I am okay with that - there is nothing I wouldn't do or sacrifice for the sake of my monkey baby. But since this blog is mine and I can write whatever I want, I am going to have a pity party here.

I am really sick of cleaning up puke. Like EXTREMELY sick of it. Yes, you are right - like my kid is not sick of puking - I totally get that and I feel horrible for him. But I am tired. I am so tired of getting up and washing sheets and throwing away pillows and giving my poor babe a bath in the middle of the night when he is barely awake and his face and head are covered in puke and he is really mad at me because he doesn't want all his clothes ripped off of him and water being poured on top of his head and his eyes are still shut because he knows if he opens them all that disgusting slime that is dripping on his face will get in his eyes. Yep, I am sick of it. Officially sick of 5 days of this junk. If you have been blessed with the 24 hour thing with your kid, consider yourself lucky. It's not a big deal unless you are going on day #6 with your kid puking - ALL NIGHT. And then your husband is sick too. And you kind of just have forgotten about yourself and the fact that you still feel crappy because there is no time for that. Good Lord, will we ever get through this? I suppose we will - just in time for basketball season and me being a single mom again????