While up in Manhattan last Sunday, my eyes came upon this site of a beautiful Ferrari which obviously went on a wild Saturday night ride. It was smashed on all sides.
And that is exactly how I’m feeling today. Although Mr. Diva insists I’ve got a stomach virus, I’m thinking it’s food poisoning. See, against my better judgment, I ate 1/2 a corned beef sandwich at a party we went to last night. I don’t like corned beef, but there was not much else to eat unless you’re into cabbage.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, but I can’t seem to hold my medication down…so then I get incredible body pain (from my Lupus).
Of course Mr. Diva wouldn’t dare miss Sunday Morning Bowling with his derelict friends…no. And my teenager didn’t want to get out of bed to help with my 6-year-old son. And when she did, they would just fight. Lovely.
It’s just not fair. Seems I’m not allowed to be sick. And thankfully, I rarely am. Because it’s pure chaos if Mommy takes a day off.
And to think, it’s just the start of the kids’ Spring Break. They’ll be home until March 31st driving me mad.
Back to bed I go even if it’s only until the next sibling outburst.