I've Just Been Robbed.

Okay, so Diva is definitely down. Hair is looking a mess. Hair weave is past due, and my pajamas have turned into a uniform. What is the problem? My kids are sick. Those little friends called germs have snuck into my house, and robbed us dry. It first started with Dylan. Of course that began before dawn, lets try 4a.m and lasted until 7a.m. Dylan was vomiting, pooping, and pretty much getting rid of any type of liquid form in his body through any one of the 9 open orifices. I run out to get supplies, so that when the robbers come back I will be strapped. I end up spening nearly $200 getting prepared for the next brigade. I have gloves, lysol, masks, children's immodium, gingerale, orange juice, and vitamins. However, still my mother manages to find one thing that I did not get, so of course I'm back to the store for Pedialyte popsicles.

By the way did I forget to mention that my niece is visiting for the weekend. Which means weekend plus week when you are dealing with my sister. So just when I think things are getting better, what happens. I get a phone call from Dedan's school. Of course, my baby has thrown up in front of his entire class, and because my son is incredibly smart he throws up on his homework, and notebook. In the mean time I have been filling myself with herbal supplements to boost my self esteem, and walking around like a zombie with a mask and gloves, hoping that these perpretrators do not come after me.

Of course I say diarrhea, and vomiting and exhusband/dad has dissappeared. So it is just me the kids, and ADT (Another Day of Torture). Well gotta go. I think it is time to stick another suppository is my son's behind to prevent him from throwing up. However, I don't know how its going to prevent him from having diarrhea. Next, husband is definitely going to be a pediatrician.