I'm sick, it sucks. I can't take anything - that sucks even more.
I did quite a bit of running around yesterday with a friend of mine who had overbooked herself and has 4 kids so I figured if I can hang with them, my little bundle of joy will be no problem.
I didn't hang very well. I managed to get through the day and had a great time. Went to the MOM's consignment sale (more on that when I'm not sick) and did plenty of other things.
Anyway, I made it through the day by the skin of my teeth. I ran around too much outside with no jacket. It was a beautiful September day! Needless to say by the time I got home, I was about half dead. Half dead with a super sore throat to match. I could barely swallow!
So, today I have been in bed most of the day letting Pookie wait on me. He has been great with bringing the snacks and water and hot tea! No fever, just a cold with that stuffed up nose that switches from one side to the other and the still ridiculously sore throat. Did I mention I woke up like at least 7 times last night because I wasn't able to breathe?
Have I mentioned how much this sucks?