My kleenex runneth over

The sickness and snot and overwhelming sense of woe and despair have resulted in my week not being off to the best start. I set up shop in the doctors office for much of the weekend with Ruby and The Fever. The good news is that the fever is down, the bad news is that she is so pissed off about being sick that she has gone on a nursing strike. Ruby Doobie most definitely DOES NOT want a boobie. Soooooo I have been to see Barb! and her hospital grade pump since mine was not doing a good extraction and feel much better. I don't know if this is the end of the nursing or not. I have complained so much about her not wanting to stop that if she decides to stop I am going to be disappointed. But I'll be free! I guess I just never pictured it ending this way. I had a vision of her coming home at lunchtime in high school for some milky.

Goldie has fluid in her ear and a lot of pain. Also? She is acting like a tiny deaf monster who is unable to hear words like "no, stop and I am going to put you up for adoption."She is spending much of her day in time out, stepping on her sister's hands and trying to make me batshit crazy.

It was just too much to deal with on top of this family tree and work and having a cold myself (thank you Roob) and so my kind and benevolent boss Tami let me off the hook for work this week.

So there you have it. Things are crazy. Send martinis.