WTH

Ok, I'm starting to come back to the land of the living but it is extremely painful. I'm still gacking up a lung and oozing crud out of my face, even my eyes. Hubby went to work today and the child is being good for me. I feel bad for her since I know she's just lonely and wants someone to play with her. That just can't be me right now. Hubby let her fake her way out of school yesterday so she hasn't seen another child her age since Friday. Of course she's stir crazy. Instead of doing something about it he just yells at the poor kid. Why? Because he's not feeling well either plus he's stressed. I get it but I just don't have it in me to be there right now. I'm trying to start picking up the pieces from where I left off before getting so sick. This includes picking stuff up that I dragged out. Now, this should be easy. I just pick up the stuff that is staying and put it on the empty shelf I cleared, right? NOT! Someone, *ahem* decided to fill my empty shelf with more shit. I only have about 5 minutes of energy to expend at one time and then I have to rest for like an hour so he's burned up 2 hours of my time just by being a slob. *waves* Hi honey! No getting all moody about it with me. It's just not allowed.

Now to touch on another subject. In my rant about friends I mentioned, T. Well she calls yesterday while I'm sleeping and hubby tells her about me being so sick. What does she do? Comes back with how she has Post Partum depression. Yes I feel bad for her but WTF do you want me to do about it? You ditched me? So, she goes on to tell me, after I called her back, how happy I'm going to be because she's not going back to work after summer starts. Uh, sure, ok, let me jump all over that for joy. whatever.

The kid won't eat today, probably all the junk that was left out for her so I could sleep in. Oh well! She'll eat when she's hungry.