A Plague on both your houses...
I am in a rambly mood and thought I will allow myself to write while under the influence of a 102 fever (the result of some bug I have caught from the demon-uh wonderful little child of mine)
I am certain I have the plague... like the black death or something... save without the rat feces...
The kid is worse than me... but at least his fever broke (4th time in three days) and the ever-running stream of snot... I fear it shall never stop...
Oh the joys of parenting, eh? Yeah yeah... no one else has any bloody kids... smart bastards...
I feel like death warmed over... and I am stuck all alone with a toddler and my grandma... wee... life is great... -_-
Can I die now?