Snow and pain.

 Dear Diary;

I fucking hate sore throats! Damn, fucking, shit, son of a bitch, mother fucking, crap on a stick. I’ve tried SO hard not to get sick- which is especially hard when you have a kid that spits in your face every chance he gets.

I am sick. My throat kills, my face hurts, I’m tired and cranky and I am a snot factory. It’s as glorious as it sounds.

Thanks goodness today was a snow day and I didn’t have to go to work.

Small miracles. I’ll take them where I can get them.