So this morning, got less sleep than normal and got Starbucks. Nothing normally happens but I already wasn't feeling great and just thought it was heartburn.(we had Jimmy John's the night before and I tried getting lettuce again. I'd like to note that son was sick yesterday with basically a stomach bug but he didn't realize it until he puked all over the carpet. The house smells bad right now.)

Later, around lunch I feel like shit but try to eat my chicken tikka masala freezer thing. I get worse, leave work and come home. 2 hours had gone by since toddler went down for a nap and he was awake. I stay super quiet, lay down and try to ride it out. All the while, hubs seems aggravated at me for being sick. I ignore him for the most part.

Fast forward a bit and I'm running to the bathroom, barely making it to have masala come out of my god Damn nose into the tub. Not fun. I've been nauseous all evening and now have a fever but guess who can't handle smelling puke and hides in the bedroom almost all evening?

And then, get this, he asks if I'm going to clean the tub after I already rinsed it out with HOT water. I'm over here so nauseous I can't pick up son and passing out the entire time. I'm nice enough to order pizza for dinner even though the sight and smell of food is making me nauseous. And you want me to clean the fucking tub? Nope, fuck this I'm going to bed with my measly piece of toast. You clean it.