Tuesday was a bad day, I was not well at all.
Join my pity party, we serve snacks.
Woke up feeling crap but still had to walk my daughter to school, moms don't get days off and to be honest if there was a bus route to school I would have taken it that day. Headed straight to the doc after school ( flu/chest infection, take antibot's, rest etc).
My Parents live a few doors up from our doc so I popped in to their house afterwards to be greeted by my mum looking as bad as me on her way to... yep our doctor. Now normally if both me and my mum were sick we join forces under one roof and have a duvet day but to be honest we were just too sick. Bed and not vomiting were all we could think about.
My very very kind dad drove me back to my house, were I layered myself in fourteen jumpers and headed to bed.. I was shivering like mad so couldn't sleep. Tea or Horlicks I thought would do the trick...
So I climbed out of the layers, down the stairs, boiled the kettle, pour it out, then...
Yep, You guessed it! No Milk...
Cue tears, I mean, I wept... last straw and all that...
Sometimes its not a great tragedy that reduces me to sobs sometimes its just milk.
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