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So here we are day three of Amelia being sick. Lets just say its been a rough couple of days. Ive done more laundry, given more baths and changed sheets more times in the last couple days than I think I have in my life. Im at the end of my rope. Todays one of thosedays i question why exactly it is that im dating Jeff. I would expect that if he truly cared he would have offered to help in some way shape or form. Or maybe just ask how im doing with things. Instead avoidance seems to be his way of dealing. Sure I understand he doesnt want to get sick, but he could offer to sit with her while i run to the store, or go with us to the Urgent care tommorow. Instead hes too busy. The important thing he has to do instead... watch the football game... thats right his football game is more important. "hes never missed an OSU/ Michigan game and hes not going to start now...The more puke i clean up, the madder I get.....I think im losing my mind......god help me....