Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Knocked out

Where is that petition? You know the one that makes it illegal to get horribly, disgustingly ill while caring for a child under two? Because I'd like to sign it. A million times.

This is day five of not feeling great, day four of down right icky, but also day one of feeling not as bad as the day before. But with the move looming in eight sleeps (and that's our LOAD day, they pack us the day previously), this sickness couldn't have come at a worse time. I'm weak as a kitten and still have zero appetite, but still have to manage to work, look after Chou, tackle getting our home sold and get our butts to Regina. And in the midst of all that we have visits upon visits to soak up all the Ottawa love we can before we high tail it out of here. I'm exhausted.

On the plus side, being knocked out is better than knocked up. Also, I've lost a solid (liquid?) six to seven pounds in five days. I don't recommend it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wish I lived closer...I'd pack it all up for you...maybe the visits could be turned into packing visits..Hurry up and get better soon. Knocked up is next.(LOL)
luv J9