The week has just gone from Bad to worse. Will is still sick ( coughing all night and sooking, whinging clinging all day)
Riley has taken up vomiting in his sleep.
The washing machine got fixed ( thanks to the repair man who charged £58) But Riley’s spew fest is filling it faster than I can empty it. this morning Mark did What I have wanted to do all week, he threw the towel covered in vomit out, YAY. He looked at it and just said it can go. I have felt like that ALL week, I still have to wash and dry all the sheets, doona, pillows and clothes. But the horrible towel went and for a moment I saw a little bit of sun shinning through the clouds.
Erik saw I was a wee bit happier and went in for the kill, he couldn’t go to Army cadets last night or St Johns tonight so he has been a real nightmare. The last straw came when he just kept swearing, all I heard was “Bloody” this and “Bloody” that. By this point it had been a solid 6 hour hell feast from Erik and I lost it. Words were said, actions threatened and glares exchanged. I think he knows he went way way too far, so far in fact that it will take him a compass and a long trek to get anywhere close to where he needs to be.
Riley has spent a majority of the day in tears, thanks to Erik.
Logan has a steam burn on her hand and it is all I have heard about since 9:30am, I put cream on it, bandage it and gave loads of sympathy, by 4pm that was all gone. i have gone from
“Deal with it and move on”
Does that make me a bad parent??
I am counting down the hours till mark gets home so I can go to bed and pull the covers WAY up. Only because it is too cold to find a rock to crawl under.