So just to warn you this isn't a happy post. I just need to get a little out.
We got back from Utah last night around 11:15. Tuesday as soon as I'm done with dinner I get sick, so basically I'm up all night throwing up and being other forms of sick. And then dj gets sick around 3 am and I do my very best to help him and take care of him. Much to my dismay I have to call my work and tell them that I won't be back on Thursday because we're too sick from the flu or food poisoning to take a shower let alone drive 13.5 hours back to California. I didn't phrase it that way though....
So we left Thursday morning and let's just say that I was car sick for about 85% of those 13.5 hours. I couldn't do anything but stare out the window or cover my face and lay on top of the kitchaid box feeling like I was going to never feel better again. So by the end of the drive I'm ticked off and I'm ready to run screaming into the night. I'll be honest I shouldn't be angry about most of the stuff I was but I've been feeling pretty crummy lately even though that isn't an excuse. So I'm running around trying to grab all my stuff for work the next morning, because lucky me gets to go to work at 8 am, and I don't want to bother dj and his uncle while they get to sleep in because dj isn't going to go into work, which I'm kind of miffed about. As I'm running around grabbing stuff and making sure Grant's bed is more comfortable dj is lying on the bed and just keeps asking what's wrong and I keep telling him I don't feel good. And then finally when I can stop and go to bed I get pissed because all I want to do is kiss my husband and talk to him as we say good night (instead he's talking to his uncle, he didn't even say goodnight or that he loved me, he did eventually after he heard me sniffling under my pillow), all I wanted to do was not have someone sleeping two feet from us, all I wanted was to not have to sleep in a bra. And at the end of all things dj isn't even going to get up and shower with me or take me to work, he's going to sleep in and hang out with his uncle. And then after working 8 hours I'll probably have to come home and make dinner and clean up and I probably won't get any alone time with my husband until Tuesday because I have no idea how long Grant is staying and even though I want nothing more than to ask his uncle to please go home I can't bring myself to do that.
I'm so so sorry to dump this on who ever is reading but I have no one to talk to, I'm feeling unbelievably isolated here in my tiny apartment. And all I want to do is cry like a little kid because I still don't feel good and I'm feel very under appreciated and I feel like I haven't had much time with my best friend and I'm trying my hardest to not feel negativity towards him (it's obviously not working 100%....) Pray for me please, I'm in high need of it right now.
I had a similar experience with my mother in law this time last year. She came to visit and then her car broke down. She ended up staying two extra days longer than she planned. I stood in my closet and cried. It was horrible but I survived. I am hoping you will survive too. Maybe you could go to the store with DJ for something and leave his uncle at home. The alone time will only be for a little while, but it is better than nothing.
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