So I've been kind of quiet the last few days, and it's for good reason. I'm trying not to be a total downer. But I'm giving up. I just am a downer right now, and getting it off my chest helps. So here goes. This week, while Tim is away, I've had to deal with:
1. A pukey baby. I'm VERY vomit-phobic and while I knew the stomach bug would definitely happen at some point, I wasn't prepared to handle it alone.
2. A pukey dog. Our Yorkie is a puker. He just is - it's his nature, I guess. But yesterday was a doozie. Can dogs catch stomach bugs from people? If so, then he did. To get really gross on you, I'll mention that my other dog is an eater of all things disgusting - including other dogs' vomit. Sorry, I warned you. Couple that with a curious baby and it was no easy feat to clean up dog puke while warding off our other puke-eating dog and a baby who just wanted to play in puke puddles.
3. A burned out kitchen lightbulb. In the face of everything else, this is really no big deal, I'm aware. But it's NOT an easy light fixture to change out by yourself and my house is kind of creepy with a dark kitchen at night.
4. A broken bathroom pipe. I awoke to a soaking wet bathroom today, which was so uncool. The pipe under our sink has never worked, but Tim had it rigged up temporarily. Until it decided to screw with me and break open during the night, soaking the floor and possibly ruining our vanity. Yay!
5. A sleep strike - Why does Ben choose these kinds of weeks to go on sleep strike?
Truly, I shouldn't complain. I have it easy in comparison to my hubs, who is severely overworked right now. And because I don't tell him enough:
I appreciate you, honey, and all that you do for our family!
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