I tried guys, I really tried. I wanted to write an entertaining post that would capture my week. However, I’m too exhausted and cannot yet look at it with humor and detachment.
As you may (or may not) remember, Ana has been sick all week with a fever. The first few days (although I was worried about her health) were quite relaxing in the sense that she was quiet, calm, and wanted to cuddle. Apparently that behavior only exists between 102-104 degrees. On the fourth day, her temperature dropped to 101 and her “spunk” returned. An unappreciative and bitchy patient really sucks for the caretaker.
I tried creating a heartfelt poem, but I kept writing horrible things. It made me feel like a shitty mother.
Here’s one of my rough drafts, it started out ok then went downhill:
It’s been 5 days
she still looks so sad,
my poor baby doll
is feeling real bad.
So I rubbed her back
and hummed her a song
she yelled “SHUT UP!”
Where did I go wrong?
I’ve wiped her ass
and scratched every itch
Oh dear god,
we’ve raised us a bitch.
I’m exhausted and grumpy
and could use a stiff shot,
but it’s only mid-morning
come on 5 O’clock!
But her fever is finally gone now! Hallelujah! So I dropped her butt off at preschool this morning, said “Don’t call me, I’ll call you”, and hightailed it out of there.
Even Mr.Bojangles needed a break. Look at his reaction when I told him that Ana was going to school for 3 hours…
He’ll make a great companion in Hell.
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