I'm sick. Achy, stuffy, feverish, vomiting snot, sore throat, lungs on fire.
I've got my period. Day one and you'd think I was bleeding to death. Cramps to add to the fun physical disaster I have become.
Our only toilet won't flush. The plumber would cost $500 because it's Sunday. We don't have $500 just because it's Sunday. Steve took the toilet apart and snaked it...used an air blaster...ran water through the vent to clean it out...still nothing.
I can't stop crying.
I can't turn it off. What I should be doing right now. The baby boy I should be loving.
Instead, I'm going to have to pee and vomit into a bucket...and I can't stop crying.
Maybe this will be funny in a couple of days.
But somehow, I just don't think so.