Peed from my anus. Cleaned vomit kid's off kitchen floor, cabinets, appliances, bathroom floor, toilet. tub, walls. Gave kid antibodies from my milk. Peed from my anus again. Husband is also sick. The child is recovering much faster than we are.
I look in the backyard, see kid peeing in wheelbarrow, standing on tiptoes so he can reach it. He’s simultaneously filling the wheelbarrow with the hose. I pretend I didn’t see.
Thanky!
Oh, that must make cooking a lot more challenging, and the smoke isn't great, either.
I'm holding things together, but barely. I screamed into a stuffed tiger today.