Alien Slime

this weekend has been the most frustrating ever. everyone is sick...sneezing, puking, cough, aching everywhere, fever, chills, shits, shakes, you name it we have it. all the kids, me, hubby, sonny, honey, ms. m, mr. peepers, hell, even the mouse living in my closet has the shits. last weekend when they dropped the kids off ixxie started puking almost immediately. when sonny got home on sunday with the kids he was on the phone wanting to know what i fed the kids. well, duh, nothing different. nothing bad. why? on the way home snooks puked. as honey was getting snarkie out of her carseat she puked. drenching honey...hair & all, you all have seen her hair. it's down to her ass & thick. naaasstttyyy. sonny said she was screaming like a banshee. i don't know if anyone out there has the drama queen, allll about me kinda girl honey is in their life but believe me she is the shit in her own eyes. i wouldn't wish this kinda girl on my worst enemy. listening to her scream like a banshee would be the last thing on my list of things to do. especially over her damn hair that can be washed pretty easy.
this weekend has been no different except mojo has the twins & we only have 2 aliens to handle. plus us. waaaaahhh. i don't want to be the one taking care of all of us. i gave the bird some ibupropen. don't worry, i just gave him a little tiny drop in a big cup of water. he got maybe 1/1,000,000 of a dose. poor little ms. m has been shivering non-stop all week. we've kept an extra comforter on the couch for her to rest under & stay warm.
i can't lie down without coughing & jeez could my head hurt any worse? i've coughed so hard my ribs are sore & my back....ohhh my back. i think i've got cold settled in my back. thats gotta be bad.
the kids have pretty much lounged around all weekend. nobody feels like eating. for the most part all we do is take medicine & ache.
slime? both ends. cough so hard you shit your pants. take a shower & cough & shit again.
at 4:30am on saturday jammer & i got into a cold shower to try & break his fever. we were both about 102 & i was ready to take him to the hospital. the shower was the last hope before the trip to childrens. when i climbed in holding him he said 'fuck!!! noooo, its cold memaw.' but within minutes his fever was breaking so i thanked god & we went to bed only to wake up right back where we started. so, again on sunday we climbed in the cold shower. after another dose of medicine we at last broke the fever. now if we can just keep some food down maybe we can get better.
i have to go to work sometime.
later.