Happy Thursday!
Yeah, whatever.
Where has High Heeled Mama been all week? Buried in a pile of Kleenex. I got the crud. The nasty, sinus pain, icky gross gunk flowing profusely from my nose, achy, scratchy throat, bleck. It came on fast - sore throat Monday - and by Tuesday I was laid out on the sofa. I realized today it was bad when the hubby told me I actually looked a lot better. After he went to work and I took a look in the mirror I was horrified. If this is better, ugh, I hate to think what I was looking like two days ago. Sorry, honey.
So, today is a happy day because I actually put on jeans instead of pajama pants. I actually went to Music Class with poor peanut (whose mantra Tuesday and Wednesday was "mommy can sit up now?"). And even made it to the grocery store (because I've blown through (pun very much intended) three boxes of Kleenex already and needed more).
It's a happy day because it's hopefully on its way out of my system and one day I may actually be able to breathe out of both nostrils...at the SAME time. What a concept.
And it's truly a very happy day because back in the Triangle, my brand new nephew should be coming home from the hospital with his happy mama, daddy and big sister. Congrats again, guys! He's a cutie.
Really, that's all I got. The sad fact is, I blew through a handful of tissues just trying to type this and my leftover birthday cake is gone so I don't even have chocolate to make me feel better anymore. *sigh* *cough* *sniff* *sniff*
But it's Thursday. The sun is shining. Peanut's still napping. It could be worse.
6 comments:
Oh man, I hope you feel better soon! There's something extra, ahem, special about being sick with a toddler around to take care of.
Thanks for playing along with Happy Thursday, and I hope this thing gets out of your system ASAP!
Oh no! This sounds horrible.. and little man never got it? At least there's that (if that's the case.) Hope you're on the mend soon!
Being sick when chasing a kid is the worst.
Hope it passes quickly and I'm glad that Thursday was at least "better".
In HH&HC the screenplay, I'm pretty sure this entry is a hilarious montage that involves shots of a garbage can filling with tissues interspersed with shots of HHM laid out on the couch, checking the mirror, and using the one arm dangling off the couch to play with peanut. It's probably not funny to you now, but think of it as fodder for your movie.
Hang in there, darlin! It will get better - HHM's bro-in-law is suffering with the same crud and being a real poop about it. So, hang through it - it isn't fun being you and hugs to the hubby b/c I KNOW it isn't fun being him right now either!
Hope you get better soon!
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