flu-ick

Ok, officially and without any doubt, the flu sucks ass.

I was out of work yesterday with it. I woke up about 5a.m. and hauled ass to the bathroom… well, you can get the gist of that. That went on for about 8 hours, then just absolute exhaustion. Unfortunately, the baby was home with me, so I didn’t sleep a ton. She’d decided to wake up quietly and play in her poo diaper AGAIN. Ugh. Anyone have any suggestions on how to successfully prevent her doing this. We’ve tried it all. We change her as soon as she wakes up or poos b/c we know she hates it. We never put her to bed without an onesie and pants. There are 2 or 3 onesies that she can’t unfasten but the rest she can get out of. One she can even take the diaper off UNDER it without unfastening it. She can get out of her sleepers. She gets ‘in trouble’ for it, every time. And she just plays in it. Yesterday it was in her hair, her eyebrows, under her fingernails. It was beyond disgusting. It’s the rotavirus waiting to happen. I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten really ill, yet. So, here I was, almost violently ill, trying to hose off (in the tub) a poopy baby, clean up her sheets and bed, and running back and forth to the toilet.

It. Was. Not. A. Pleasant. Day.

But I’m feeling mostly better today. I’ve got a case of muscle aches and a little bit of a growly tummy, but all in all, I’m doing alright. I think I’ll be popping a couple ibuprofen pretty soon to ease some of the lower back aches. Those are the hardest b/c I sit at a computer all day. I should make Joe rub my back tonight.

On a weirder note:

We just got word, via myspace of all things, that Joe’s little brother has joined the US Army. *sigh* Not that I don’t think this is a noble choice, and not that I don’t think the military could do this boy/man a world of good as far as helping him to rearrange his priorities and responsibilities (he has 2 kids and no job), but egads (!) to have made this choice off the cuff and without talking, at least, to your brothers. I’m just worried about him. And I’m worried about Joe. He’s doing okay, I think, but I could see him being really upset about this. Phil is his BABY brother (he’s 20) and has had a pretty rough life already. He’s been in and out of jail and trouble, plus, a horrible baby-mama-drama situation. Plus, he’s not held a job for more than a couple months at a time. He’s a great guy, and very intelligent, but I think he’s always been afraid of being that. He wants to ‘fit in’ with other people his age, but having kids has changed that ability and he hasn’t figured it out yet. So he still drinks and smokes and ‘smokes’ and parties and goes to strip clubs. His parents (or hers) have their 2 sons (under 2 yrs old) every weekend and they party. Then they come borrowing money for milk or formula or diapers. They’ve alienated most of the family with their constant lying and manipulating. But, he’s still Joe’s brother. And that makes him mine, too. And I already have one brother on the other side of the world fighting in this war; I hate the idea of having another. So, I’m sad.

But at least I’m not puking, right. 🙂 Oh well. I should probably go do some work.

Peace. (LOL)