I've been really sick with a stomach virus for the past couple of days. And my husband would not come home from work to help me. My family lives an hour away, so they couldn't help me either. The kids basically destroyed the house. Threw toys, clothes, food wrappers, etc. everywhere.... Last night, I was feeling so weak (still am), I was just sitting watching the end of A Lot Like Love. He's getting ready to leave for work, sits down to put his boots on and starts screaming at me about the house saying WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?! Then he started on me (for what has to be at least the third time) about how I need to have my thyroid checked because I have all the signs of hypothyroidism. Um, no, I don't. Then he says he's going to bump off of his job where he is working away from home every other day back to his old one where he works M-F 8am-8pm and home every weekend.
I was hysterical crying and couldn't reach my parents, grandma, sister or friends on the phone. Finally, my sister called me back (she was feeding her baby when I was calling). I talked to my mom later on, and she said that today we would look into some of the schools in her area and try to figure something out. My grandma has a vacant apartment in her 3-flat, so I can live there if I want to. It is next door to my parents and two floors above my sister.