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It's been very sunny the past few days. Maybe it's cold, I don't know. I haven't left the house in fecking DAYS. The rage is beginning to unfurl from deep within. At first, I thought it was merely onset of more gruesome cramps, but it has a slightly different quality.

Yeah, so let's review: Q got pink eye on Weds. I started feeling ill on Thursday. Baby C was diagnosed with pink eye and dual ear infections on Friday. She started throwing up on Saturday, which is conveniently when things got bad for me as well. Sunday and Monday Q took care of all of us, and I'm feeling better (though not terrific) just in time, because he came down with this Gastro Bug from Hell last night.

A is either going to miss this one, or she's going to come last. We just don't know. It's part of the fun!

I Hate February, and I Hate Winter, and I Hate Germs. I'm really tired of putting my life on hold every few weeks to deal with some new version of Ick, and continually being behind on everything. Because ODDLY ENOUGH the world doesn't stop just because we're all fucking languishing over here.

Yeah yeah. Whine whine, bitch bitch.

Murphy's Law Strikes Again

Hey! It's a magical formula for making a handyman who has been absent for a month appear before your very eyes!

1) Assume that he'll call first, as he always does, and assume that call will be an, "I'm not coming, I'll come tomorrow," as it always is.

2) Put on something somewhat skimpy that you'd never wear out of the house, for the sole purpose of getting some sun obtaining the maximum amount of Vitamin D.

3) Go play in the backyard with your naked kids.

And voila! Within a half hour, a handyman will be at your back fence gate going, "HI!"

*facepalm*