As Clark Griswold put it
"Worse? How can it get any worse? Take a look around you [Jill] - we're at the threshold of Hell!"
In one of my low points as a parent I shouted the last part of that classic line as I pulled a Fasani and nearly put my fist through our bedroom door. This was following Reva's yacking up all over the bedroom right after I finished bathing the kids.
The Papsdorfs have been hit hard by a cold/flu virus something for many days now, and it is grim. I've cancelled four classes, skipped office hours, the kids are miserable, Jill can barely stand, and, to top it off, the one person who could typically help us through this, my Mom, can't, because my Dad has to go into the hospital tomorrow.
I just thought sharing my misery with you all might be a more productive, and less painful, form of catharsis.
That is all.
P.S. For those of you of a religious persuasion, your prayers would be appreciated.
5 comments:
these sort of posts are what really make me want to have kids as soon as possible.
Don't worry, Josh and Jill... it will be much easier with three.
I think we see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I truly hope that you are feeling better. And once you are, I must admit that I read Jill's blog first and then this post by Josh and the differences were very funny. Josh, Jill painted you as a white knight on her blog and to read in your own words about the struggle really was entertaining.
In all seriousness, though, I do hope that your dad is well.
Dan, I'm trying not to think about that right now.
Kristin, Glad to provide a little amusement. And yes, we do seem to be getting better.
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