Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Week!

So I am trying to get myself out of this negative rut. I thought maybe if I blog about my terrible, horrible, very bad week I will snap out of it. To make a long story short, Wednesday was the worst. I scheduled my 6 month dental appointment on Wed morning before Jordan went to work so that he could watch Camille. So, I was heading to the dentist (I was already dreading it because I always have cavities after my pregnancies) and didn't want to be late because I needed to get back as soon as possible to feed Camille. Well, I got pulled over for going 45 in a 35 zone and got a ticket. Urrrhhh!!! For those of you who remember some of my past ticket experiences, you would be proud of how humble and nice I was to the officer. He still gave me the ticket. So much for that. And yes, I was late to my dentist appointment. I get to the dentist and the hygienist asks how my day was going and I totally broke down crying. I blame it on just having had a baby and being way hormonal. When I say, "Breakdown crying" that is not an understatement. You would have thought something really bad had happened, the tears just kept flowing. The whole time I was thinking, stop crying Jessica, this is going to take you longer to get home and feed Camille. Well, then I was told I need a crown and that we would address the other problem teeth after that. This day is costing a lot of money and it isn't even noon yet. Not really how I want to spend the little extra money we do have. I get home and Jordan heads off to work and won't be home until 10:30pm. About a half an hour later, I start getting the chills. I think, "No this could not be the bug/flu that is going around." The vomiting and diarrhea and extremely high temp (both at the same time.... sorry for too much info) that quickly followed assured me I had that bug/flu. I call Jordan and beg him to come home. Not really surprised but really mad, he says without hesitation that he can't come home, but he is sorry. Is that supposed to make me feel better? It didn't. How am I supposed to breastfeed Camille, take care of her when she won't stop crying in the afternoon, pick up Sabrina from school, take care of Mackenzie, feed my kids,.....survive??? After lots of prayers and some wonderful women from church we survived. How, I don't know. I didn't leave my room until the following day. It is Saturday and I am finally feeling somewhat normal. Well, not mentally and emotionally.