–Erma Bombeck
Its amazing how the more you have going on – the bigger mother natures boot is when it meets your ass. Pretty sure this one was so large and she it so perfectly – there might have been violation.
This cold is kicking my ass. I woke up Sunday feeling a bit off. However boy toy was at the game with his friends and I had plans to do some holiday shopping for moi and possibly meet up with friends. After a frazzeling start to my day (damn car seats) I am ready to go. I have been feeling a bit peckish all morning however I chalk it up to the wonderful start to my day. If you didn’t read that last part with sarcasm – go back and do it to make sense going forward.
I did enjoy time with Einstein and meeting up with good friends before heading home. Feeling a bit tired I decided Einstein had the right idea and settled in for a nap. Somehow I think this was a bad idea. Upon waking from the wonderful nap – I realize I feel like shit. Are you serious? Sore throat, body aches that made pregnancy look like a good alternative, and a migraine from Iceland. No, the migraine wasn’t from hell – hell is warm and fuzzy when you feel like crap – like sitting by a nice warm fire with your favorite blanket and a cup of cocoa. No this was a freezing frigid painful place – so its Iceland.
I feel bad – as soon as boy toy came home I checked the f* out. Slept on and off for most of the rest of the day and night before emailing into work Monday. Spent most of Monday sleeping – which felt great until about 230 am. Wide – damn – awake. Finally after tossing and turning and trying all sorts of tricks I gave up and puttered on the computer a bit before getting up and getting into work by 7. Needless to say by the time I got home I was exhausted.
And seeing as how I am still exhausted and the medicine has finally kicked in to where I can mostly breath and have - knock on wood – stopped coughing my head is demanding some sleep.
“When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he’s doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911. ”
― Erma Bombeck
