Ugh.

I'm sick. And I'm tired. And I want this house to magically finish itself. But it's not going to finish itself unless I get my ass up and do it. Because my father (who is living here for next to nothing really)and my husband won't do it. I sent him out to get me medicine the other day. I wanted non drowsy medicine, sprite (which I usually hate), tea bags, honey, and lemon juice. He comes back with NyQuil (didn't I say non drowsy?), Pepsi, and the rest of it. Pepsi? Seriously?! I NEVER ask for Sprite so if I asked for it, it really meant something! I swear men don't listen.

I guess I'm going to get my sick ass up and go clean since no one else will.