Preface: the last week has been shit. Not much sleep on Monday night and also babies had a fever.
Sooo..... babies had a few spots yesterday. A few red spots on their tummy and their necks.
I originally thought it might be a reaction to a new food or something (new yoghurt and new pasta in one day? what was I thinking, I was practically asking trouble to come into our house and go on a wild bender, right?). We-ll... more spots today. A fuck load of more spots. Probably nothing to do with a new food or anything.
At 7.45am I took the babies to the local bulk-billing clinic (ie: free and no appointment necessary - not my Dr of choice but I knew we'd have to wait a day or so to see our regular GP) so we waited along with 4 other people for the doors to open.
The doctor took one look at Julius and said "Oh, chickenpox!"
And then he looked and George and said: "Oh, he has chickenpox too!".
Fuck my life.
Fuck it to hell and back.
OK, so it's not too bad (I know it could be a lot worse, shutup) but the last few days have been so fucking stupid - sleep-deprived - sick baby - parents-out-of-town - shit that you just can't believe it unless you've lived it. BUT IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO POSSIBLY EXPLAIN FULLY. I just don't know how I'm going to get through even a few more days of this. To make matters worse, last night I broke out in chills/fever and wanted to only have coke (as in cola) and chips for dinner and have a fifteen hour hot shower and go to bed. I thought I was getting a cold or flu but luckily it's gone today.
Oh yeah and the cat vomited twice yesterday.
Since 6.30pm-ish I've been trying to get the babies to sleep. IT'S NOW AFTER 11.30pm!
At the risk of insulting every mother I've ever met (including my own mother and grandmother) - screw you, mothers of single babies, screw you!
I am not having a very good day (week, fortnight) so you'll have to excuse me.
Having babies is not all fluffy bunny rugs and kisses and watching sleeping babies with full tummies and going "ahh, aren't they beautiful? *sigh*". OK, some parts are like that but some moments are crap.
In conclusion: fuck you, chickenpox, fuck you.