Well, I'll have to save my 'excitement over new glasses' post for another day.
Turns out that maybe Piper didn't have food poisoning like I had previously crossed my fingers for. Now today Kennedy is sick and boy do I feel miserable about it. I am the worst mother when it comes to pukey kids. I don't really feel shame in admitting this. Am I horrible? I want to comfort her but my 'would rather be mauled by tigers than throw up' attitude absolutely gets in the way.
Few people truly understand my feelings on the subject. My mom would be number one on the list though. All throughout my life I have hated it. I know, I know; is there anyone that actually likes it? I don't think so. But there are not many things that rank higher on my shit list than throwing up/seeing/hearing other throw up. I've mentioned it more than once before. SORRY, I HAVE MANY EMOTIONS WHEN IT COMES TO THIS.
Currently in between making sure Kennedy is okay, her telling me in a shaky voice that she loves me while I'm an arms length away, cleaning and sanitizing, and running to wash my hands, I feel that I might be coming down with it too? Or is it in my head? There has been too much puke around me these past few days that I can't tell if I'm making it up or not. Help! Is there a "am I going to puke" hotline?!
It's bad guys.
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