This Morning Sucked
Its amazing the crap that goes on in a day. I woke up this morning with not only my period but the stomach issue from yesterday again at 4 am….oh goody. I heard Jonathan cough but didn’t think anything about it till later when the hallway smelled of sickness. So was was in nasty pain as when I’m stressed its the period from hell and I am… not to mention the trips to the bathroom every 20 minutes. So I look at Jonathan and he is covered in vomit. All in his hair, blanket, bed…. Yeah morning is starting out to be good isn’t it…Its time for Andrew to get up. I get him a shower and throw a very unhappy Jonathan in there too. He just woke up and likes a good 5 -10 minutes of cuddling before he will greet the world. He wasn’t happy but it needed to be scrubbed out. Remember I’m in pain and my abdomen is KILLING ME. Not to mention Nauseous… I know where’s Dennis. Right. He’s sleeping. I’m not sure of his problem today. He says he’s fine but he has slept for most of the day. Very unusual for him.
He slept till 8:30 when I went to school, Jonathan went for a nap at 9:30 and they were both sleeping when I returned at 12. He was up from 12 to 3 and went back to bed around them and is still sleeping now (8pm).
Yeah despite my feeling horrible I went to school. I had to do a presentation that my part lasted all of 2 minutes but its done. One day left of class for me. YEaH!!!
We are suppose to have our last clinical tomorrow but he told us we didn’t have to go so I’m not…Its my birthday . Yeah me!! I want to go to Buffalo like last year and walk around. The flowers and trees are beautiful. The president is coming to Buffalo and that’s were I want to go…Grrrr. We will see.
(((HUGS))) Sorry about your day that is horrible to start out with AF then add a sick child on top of it. RYN I hate this age I tell you. My mom said that girls are worse then boys at that age.
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oh my i would of been screaming at my hubby/boyfriend to get up. ((hugs)) from me too. hope the rest of the day goes better
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