Ugh!

     When my little nephew hurled at the party last Sunday, I should have known that I would catch the same bug.  I wasn't even around him.  Good thing this experience redoubled my belief that I am done having children, but I have said that before.  Getting the vurps was not due to my meatball subs, hooray, I think.  Taking care of little ones when you feel so horrible is my least favorite activity right below potty training.
     My life is a little like Murphy's Law lately.  I wanted to lie down in bed so I was carrying the Baby's bouncer down stairs to put on the bed next to me.  Good thing he wasn't in it because I hit the door jam in just the wrong way and it hit me in the ribs so hard that it knocked the wind out of me.  I have never had the wind knocked out of me because I am a scaredy cat and don't do anything that might get me hurt.  I do not think I want to repeat the experience.  I thought I broke my ribs.  I've never had a broken bone so this is as close as I want to come.  Every time  I move or breath I hurt, a lot.  I have trouble holding the Baby and even feeding him.  An hour or so after that I got a call from E at the school to come and get her because she has a terrible cold.  No more, please.  Too bad, I don't get my way.  The Baby was fussy all day and I just wanted to curl up and die.  Good thing E was able to help a little and Big T finally came home.  I like it when Big T comes home, a lot.
     I am feeling better today and I hope that E can go back to school on Monday.  I do not want another Wednesday or Thursday like that for a very long time.