I've been in a strange, pretty much out of it mood lately. There is a stomach bug going around and of course we got it. We get everything. That's because Austin's in school, and he's in the special education pre-k which is awesome but everything goes in the mouth, and they are always hugging and touching each other. They are like 3 and 4 years old. Plus they hold hands to walk places, two at a time. So that just makes it that much worse. Austin wasn't feeling good Thursday night, I could tell cause he threw up his spaghetti, but he kept down his milk later that night so I figured it was just something that he goes through with the acid reflux. Then friday we started his new medicine, and he was really ok until lunch and then he threw that up. But it was pizza which again with the sauce, but that was what he wanted and I didn't feel up to arguing. By Friday at work around 5pm I wasn't very hungry, felt kinda cranky, almost like my skin was too tight in a way. I took him to his dad's friday before work and he was just out of it. But I thought it was the medicine. So his dad had to work so he left Austin with his mom the entire weekend. Saturday I woke up sick as a dog, diarrhea and vomiting until I couldn't stand up anymore. It was awful. Austin's dad calls me mid afternoon, after I've been in bed the entire day just so sick I was practically passing out between bouts of ickiness. I was running a fever and I couldn't keep anything down, so it was just awful. He calls to tell me that Austin has really bad diarrhea and he's thrown up. He won't eat and he's barely drinking anything. I proceed to tell him what's wrong with me and then run to the bathroom to throw up. I woke up Sunday morning feeling better but icky, still not able to eat anything. I know I've got to work so I just kind of be lazy and nap until 2pm when I have to go in. As I'm driving to work I call and check on Austin, and she tells me that she's running a fever and throwing up. Oops passed it right along didn't he. So today is Tuesday and I've had it, Austin's had it, his dad had it, his dad's brother and mother had it, and now his girlfriend has it. So yeah we're just passing it right along down the line. So far no one around me has had it besides Austin. If I hadn't thought I'd lose my job I wouldn't have gone in Sunday night but unless you're dying or dead you don't call out on your own shift unless you don't want to run a shift for a few months which means going back to cooking at 6am every morning. Screw that. So I just tried to stay in the office with the lysol and avoided breathing on as many ppl as possible. So then I woke up this morning with a cold sore, I've got abreva and a perscription that I can take. I get them when I'm really badly sick, doctor said its all the strain my body is going through. Then sometimes I just get them when I chew on my bottom lip a lot. And yes I know what causes cold sores, you don't have to explain it to me. But I know why and when I get them, so I think I know better then you why I get them. Sheesh. So the new assistant manager is a dick. I had to work with him today for a few hours and I just pretended I didn't know he was there. And the fact that he's from outside the company, isn't totally sure what he's doing and he's already pissed of most of the crew. Yea it was just an awesome day. When I left at 2pm that left him in charge for an entire hour by himself, I was getting text messages calling me a traitor. Ugh whatever, work is work, leave it there. I've got a life outside of that horrid place, and I do not plan on having to explain myself to anyone. I was scheduled to leave, and I still ended up staying an extra 30 mins. So blah to all of them. So now things are back to normal here except that I can't shake this headache, my ribs and back still ache from throwing up and Austin has been acting weird. I really do think its the new medicine this time though. He just kinda looks at me sometimes like he is looking through me. I'm hoping the zombie like qualities wear off after a while, if not we try something else. Oh the joys over motherhood. I love my kid but I don't enjoy putting him through all this. I'm really aggravated at the moment because his progress report just tells like IP, EP, or SP but doesn't have any comments or anything. So I'm requesting a meeting with his therapists and teacher. That way I might have a chance of knowing what the heck is going on. The goals they have, some are already way passed done and then others are so far out I wonder if they can do them. IDK maybe I'm bitchy but he's my kid and I feel if you're going to give a progress report, shouldn't you at least explain why you gave what you gave???? They don't have homework or anything, they are just going with the IEP's. Makes me want to slap someone from time to time to see if there is really someone there. Well I've babbled a lot, so I'm going to bed. Night all.
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