10.6.04

I'm Gonna Kill That Glove

Day six of everyone throwing up around me and my sudden intolerance for meat products becomes clear. 5 days of half digested zitti and now hamburger helper that has taken on a pink tinge and resembles potted meat. Horsemeat. Of all the days of vomit I've had I have to conclude that Ari gets the award for the most noxious. I almost heaved myself having dined only on plain pasta.
I need help! That's the long and the short of it. The kids wear on my nerves to the point where I need to escape and then someone else gets sick. Mike was out most of the night getting tattoo work done and when I asked him to go to the store and buy some food his excuse of being too tired sent me through the roof. It seemed unfair that he should be able to trade whatever he wants for 5 hours of tattoo work but when I want cereal it's a federal case. I tried to talk to him about it but he left the room mid sentence. I went to bed mad and my penance was not only an awful case of leg cramps but now Ari's vomit haunts the house like a noxious spirit. I will have to apologize to mike but that doesn't solve the fact that I'm so alone.

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