number of sickies: one toddler
days without shower: 2
puddles of vile disgusting vomit to clean: 5+
number of horrid overflowing diarrhea diapers: 3
nights without sleep: 3

the opportunity to lie and cuddle my toddler while watching him sleep blissfully : PRICELESS

We’ve made it over the hump (I think). Carter was at daycare today and wasn’t sent home, so that was a bonus. He’s been more or less himself, with exception for a HUGE absolutely vile diarrhea shit that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
I was debating skipping bath time tonight, since Mike was coming home late; frankly, I don’t enjoy bath time. It’s something that Mike does really well and I tend to pass on it when he’s not here, unless it’s necessary.

But Carter had other plans. No need to share (more) of the gore-ish details, I’m sure many have been there before.

But. it. was. not. pleasant. I think I need to bleach the entire bathroom.

Bad news. I’ve started to feel a little queasy since dinner. I hope it was my cooking and nothing else.

Off to wallow in my self pity for the night in front of the tube.

Oh, before I go.

Excuse Me Mister,
I can understand the desire to be clean and freshly shaved (trust me, I crave that as well). I can even understand being in a hurry and not wanting to waste another precious moment; but please, while you’re shaving the back of your hairy neck on the highway during hush hour, please don’t dump your electric razor holding cartridge as I drive behind you. Once, okay maybe. But three times? If I see you again, I will ram the back of your car while you’re shaving your jugular.

Sincerely,
Yours Truly

(Gosh, everything I’ve been writing lately makes my stomach turn)