Thursday, 19 March 2009
I am stuffed
No rest for my soul, nor my body.
Image, now 4 and a half months old, is teething and has Upper Respiratory Tract Infection.
Lamb, turning 35 on Sunday, has PMS and URTI as well…
House a tip – Cleaning Lady did not pitch (not her fault – silly woman she works for on other days is stuffing around with OUR turn)
Results:
Teething = Irritated baby making the most revolting nappies imaginable.
PMS = Irritated Mommy making the most revolting comments imaginable.
URTI = Super irritated baby who does not eat nor sleep well. Super irritated Mommy who does not eat nor sleep well.
ADD = Freaked out – Mega irritated Daddy who stuffs his face and are able to sleep well, but cannot. Rain making traffic impossible in the whole of Gauteng didn’t help. The network at work runs like cold treacle down a 5ยบ slope this morning… Daddy is buzzing – he took double Ritalin this morning and on his way to work got one of those little sachets caffeine saturated “multi-vitamin” fixes one buy from petrol garages… Daddy knows he mustn’t, but he just hopes he can get through this day.
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3 comments:
Just because you told me not to come by I did! Contrary cow. Anyway I'll leave you to your misery with one of my trite but favourite and frequently used (to myself) sayings: "This too shall pass". My favourite childhood ailment was the runny tummy with puking. You can't imagine the huge pile of laundry that created. Anyway she's doing her own laundry now in Cape Town. Snap on the internet speed thing. Grrr....
Ooooh, sounds like paradise!!!
Hehehe... Please take note than I'm The Spear like in "The Hulk."
:)
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