Gag me with a purple polka dotted spatula backwards

Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk meeeeeeeeee.

I am SO sick and SO tired.

I have one of those coughs, that is more like a dry heave, where you get all teary eyed, piss your pants EVERY TIME you cough, and you start to gag, the kids are confused...

oh but wait... there is joy in that little bottle of Vick's Vapor Rub, you rub some on the bottom of your foot, place a sock over it. Wala. Less coughing instantly, take some Tussin to top it off, and attempt to get the kids bathed, and fed.

THEN I get to go to the art room...

WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Seriously?!? I had to leave my blog to go have a coughing/gaging/piss my pants fit. Again.

Anywho, since I was rudely interrupted I put Weaky to bed. Fed Bagel, Sweet & Sour Chicken, for the first time.

I then had a coughing/gaging/piss in your pants fit. Again.

So I left Bagel to eat, ran to the bathroom to gag/cough/piss. I come out. Bagel obviously loves Sweet and Sour sauce more then the actual chicken. She is looking very Ompa Loompa ish right now. (Anyone know how to remove Sweet & Sour sauce from skin?)

Sigh...

I clean her up, take her up to bed, she wanted to play in the front room. NO way Jose. This mom is SO done. BUT Weaky is not done, I make him a PediaSure bottle and go BACK upstairs to get him BACK out of bed. So right now Weaky is in the pack-n-play drinking his nom, nom bottle.

I am sitting in my desk chair, hacking my lungs out, chugging water, sucking ColdEzz, wondering how I will make it down in the art room...

Sigh...

Yes the art room. I MUST go there. I know, I know, it is my happy place, but when I am sick I avoid it. I need happy energy to create. BUT I have a stamp camp for 8 customers on Wednesday night. We are making a cool home decor project, that will include twelve 6"x 6" sized scrapbook layouts (birthday, Christmas, Valentines...) Yeah... so far I have the Valentines one, the Halloween one, the Birthday one, and I am working on a Spring one... 4 done, 8 more to go...

Sigh...

If only I were swimming in a big pool with Spaghetti right now. That's right, it's a frosty 22 degrees out, but Spaghetti is in a nice 90 degree pool. Taking his Scuba Steve lessons. Tonight is the first one. I am SO happy for him. He SO deserves this.

Sigh...

But I am here. In my yellow moo moo night gown, with my water cup, runny eyes, lungs hacked out onto the big desktop.

Well I must stuff what is left of my lungs back down my throat, suck it up. Put Weaky BACK to bed, and go attempt to be creative for a few hours. (ok, I can't lie, that is not my lung. Sure as shit feels like it though. But that is mine... or was... it's my Placenta from Alex... cool, huh?)

(yes I pulled the "Mommy! Save me card" called my mama, she is coming over tomorrow, to help me with the kids, and I will be draining her creative mind for help. Let's hope on a miracle that I can get it all done tonight, and enjoy tomorrow with my mommy... doubtful I know)

Hope you all feel better then I do. I advise you to go take some Airborne, Emergen-C, Vitamins or whatever it is you take. Just reading this could make you sick. Lysol your eyes or something... or not, that would probably burn alot... yikes I'm rambling... gatta go.

Gnight.