Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Stick a fork in me
Oh, I am so done.

About once a semester, I end up with just that much extra work to do, and I end up staying up far too late to get it all done at once. That was last night. Got home from class at 7, ate dinner, juggled the baby and writing a paper until 10, put Jacob down to bed, and then stayed up until 2 correcting papers.

The last paper was completed, I sat back and sighed. And thought, "Hmm, I have a weird taste in the back of my mouth. I'll grab a glass of milk before bed." Just then Jacob started to wake up a bit, so I went in to settle him back down. He decided he was hungry, so I sat down in the rocking chair, latched him on, and spent the next 20 minutes simultaneously breastfeeding my son and trying my darnedest not to vomit all over him. (Though it does seem like turnabout is fair play, no?)

Finally gave in and dredged my husband out of bed. You have to use small words and short sentences once he has fallen asleep; he's a very bright guy but apparently his subconscious doesn't know this. So: "Willem, wake up. The baby's awake. I'm sick." "What? Huh? What do you mean?" "I mean, get out of bed. I am sick." "Why? How?" I decided not to continue the conversation, as it seemed I was about to demonstrate in 3-D instead of explaining.

So I strolled, calmly and gracefully, into the bathroom, and proceeded to call up Ralph on the Big White Telephone. Ugh. I was never even that sick when I was pregnant. And the whole time my husband is pacing outside the door with the baby going, "Are you okay in there?" Cough, gag, retch. "Sure, I'm great, let's go to DisneyWorld!"

This went on all night, with occasional change-ups. Not to get too graphic, but let's just say my body made an announcement: "Everybody out! Two exits, no waiting!"

So now I'm exhausted. Got a grand total of about 2 hours of sleep but too jittery and blech to lay down. Hoping very much that this is just a stomach bug or food poisoning or the wrath of God and not the flu - my daughter has had the flu shot but the rest of us couldn't get it. There's a fantastic idea, SHE can run the house while the rest of us lie on the bathroom floor and whimper.

Hoping no one else is feeling like this. This is not fun. It's not even Chuck-E-Cheese-style entertainment.