UGH!!!

I have been in a terrible mood for 2 days now. I am not a very nice person, and I know that I have not been fun to be around...AT ALL. I just don't know how to get out of my funk that I am in. I need to be better, and I need to do it, quickly.
Ava has strep throat...and believe me, it has been a terrible 5 days so far. Friday night, while at Gigi's (so I could go out for some much needed girl time) she spikes a fever and vomits...Jeff goes to pick her up. Saturday we battle fevers, and again, she vomits all over me, not 10 minutes after a bath...off to the shower, for myself, and well, Jeff threw her in there with me. She is crying, I am trying not to gag and throw up myself, she had vomit everywhere! Sunday, a little better, still battling fevers....Monday comes around and we are off to the doctor...yes, positive strep screen, a little dehydrated (because I didn't mention she won't eat or drink, hardly a THING...). Monday, we actually get out of the house, go to the doctor, Kroger, and McDonald's. A chicken nugget will not get my child out of the funk she is in. Tuesday rolls around, I think I have had it. She has diarrhea now, I am in a bad mood because she has not been feeling good, in turn, makes her a beast. I know it's not her fault, I really do...but good grief.
Today, Wednesday...I decide she has been on antibiotics for 3 days, no fever today (thank God) and we have to get out of the house. We are at the park a total of 10 minutes and she has diarrhea, she can't make it to the bathroom on time...go home, change, have to go to the store. I again decide, please...can we just get out for a few more minutes...go to the park while Jeff goes to the store...15 minutes later...ANOTHER ACCIDENT. Again, I am not mad, not at all, she can't help it. Maybe it was too soon for her to go out? Maybe I need to get out on my own?
I think this is why I am in such a funk. I really never paid too much attention to the fact that Ava and I come and go, have a great day, blah, blah, blah...and now we are cooped up in the house like it's some kind of jail...I need to escape.
OK, enough, get it together...

You know one thing I can't stand...why, in the world, do receipts have to be a mile long. I really don't care about all that crap that's on them. Give me my receipt with what I paid for on it, and save a tree with the rest of that junk.

I'm going to bed.