No Such Luck

Yesterday afternoon, as I was driving to my mom and dad's house to pick up M (who is on her 3-week break from school) following K's preschool class I started to feel a little like a truck had hit me. Then I started concentrating on not throwing up.

When I got to my parents' house I lay down on the couch and took a nap while my dad chased Baby D around and the other 2 kids watched all the cartoons we don't get at our house.

Then I drove home, speeding, hoping that I wouldn't get stopped by a cop and hoping that I wouldn't pass out and/or barf on the way.

I went straight up to bed and stayed there for the rest of the night.

Today I feel less like death-warmed-over and more like eating my young as the older kids have spent all morning alternately fighting with one another or sassing me. The baby has spent the morning trying to climb the stairs every two minutes so that it is pretty much impossible for me to rest any more.

Sigh.