I'd like to curse at winter, the entire season, the germs, the cold--and rip it's head off. I assume winter is a man, I guess? Who knows. He, she. Whatever. I'm so over it. Because, OMG my kid is sick againnnnn. Like, fever, puking, body shakes nonsense and it's so sad. But ok, I can deal with sickness. I mean, really, she's a ball of mush on the couch most the day, and frankly, some parts of it are easier than normal day shenanigans to some degree. She's sweet. Sad, but sweet as can be.
Anyway. I had just got done catching some puke (which, by the way--I am a PRO at, apparently I have fast reflexes...it comes with motherhood) perfectly into a bowl, was a little scattered from that, had just sat down again because she was all Mommmmmm I need you next to meeeeeeeeeeee. I had brewed a cup of coffee a little bit before, because, duh, lifeline. And I had just sat down with my favorite mug in my hand. Meanwhile, Lucy's on the other side of me, freaking out because SHE NEEDED ME at the same time, because, don't they always?? (hashtag two-kid problems)
I had just happened to pull my phone out of my robe pocket because it buzzed/dinged, something or other. I really don't remember how it all happened, but, basically, within a flash, Lucy had managed to ever so quickly slide my phone directly into my coffee cup for a scolding hot bath.
Obviously I pulled it out fast as can be (hello, remember those reflexes I talked about?), but it went in head-first. My phone already had a cracked screen from meeting the gym floor at just the right angle last month, and not only a crack, but a gigantic chip out of it, exposing the inner parts. I KNOW, it was bad. The worst part was--I went in to get it fixed Saturday and they ran out of parts and told me to come back TODAY. So, yea. The coffee got to seep in, like DIRECTLY into the parts of my phone. Fun.
I ran it over to my laptop to quickly connect it and back-it-up, meanwhile it's starting to flicker and it's literally acting like a ghost is using my phone. Creepiest thing ever. I'm watching the screen, begging Jesus to just SAVE MY STUFF, OMG. Step 2 of 4.....Step 3 of 4....and thank.you.Lord. It backed up. Basically just in time for my phone to die.
Anyway. Before you say it, my kind friends, it's already in a bag of rice. But my phone looks like it's been run over by a dump truck TWICE so really, I mean, what's to save anyway?
All this to say, that Tuesday has been super awesome far. I know, you can choose your happiness or whatever, right? Well, too bad. It just ain't happening today.
Today I choose to be honest and say that I begged and almost cried to be the one to physically go to work this morning when my husband left. Yep. I told him I was legitimately jealous that he got to leave this mess and go to work. It wasn't my finest moment.
Today, real life is messy.