The Universe is playing another sick joke on me. Just as I wrote yesterday about how completely crappy and exhausting the last 2-3 weeks have been, but now things are looking up and Baby J is not sick or teething so hard anymore....yeah, guess what happened?

It started out fine. We went to El Quito Park yesterday afternoon and played in the sand, slid down the slides, climbed on a bunch of stuff, got some good swinging in...had a rollicking good time. Then when we got home I suddenly felt completely nauseous. I couldn't even make or eat dinner, I just laid on the couch and watched Julian run around and play while I turned nastier shades of green. Dan is out of town on business, so he wasn't around to commiserate with me or pat my head or anything.

I literally couldn't pull myself up off the couch. I was watching a Discovery Channel show by Thomas Friedman about why Europe hates us (um, because we are a bunch of arrogant, warmongering, polluting, resource-sucking, unilateralist bastards? Well, not me personally, but you know what I mean). Then I tried to get up off the couch to take Julian to bed at 9:00pm, because he was getting tired and it was way past his bedtime, but I was just completely knackered. Every time I moved I felt like throwing up.

Finally heaved myself into the bathroom and gave him a quick rinse, put his jammies on, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got into bed. Apparently I wasn't the only one feeling sick. Julian woke up almost every hour to scream piteously and demand nursing and peeing until about 5:00am, at which point I lost my mind and stopped responding to him. I just put the pillow over my head, curled up in the fetus position and let him cry. It only lasted a minute or two, then he fell asleep curled around my head on the pillow like a cat. After that we slept uninterrupted until 8:00am. Oh, and I was FREEZING all night long, in spite of two blankets and the heater on 67 degrees, which is hot for this house.

This morning has been horrendous. Julian has been crying and screaming and has fluids squirting from his eyes, nose and mouth. I made us both some oatmeal with blueberries and some chamomile tea. We both feel like utter CRAP, apparently. Except I've got no Mama taking care of me. Boy, it really sucks to be the Mama when there's sickness going around.

Oh Jesus God, the phone is ringing. If the baby wakes up I am going to kill someone, I really am. Why oh why didn't I turn that thing OFF?

And I have a nagging voice telling me how I am now behind on the stupid mockups that I am doing for Nameless Yahoo! Division, but you know what? Screw it. I am SICK and this job is history in a month anyways.

Oh God noooooooooooo, he's awake! I can't believe that we're going to go through this torture again, only DAYS after the last round ended and life was looking up finally.

Wait, IS he up? He was coughing, but I don't hear the screaming cry that normally comes afterwards when he wakes up from illness after only 30 minutes of napping.

The PHONE again! I HATE THAT PERSON, WHOEVER THEY ARE! See how crazy this makes me?