Dec 22, 2006 16:30
My body is trying desperately to be sick. My mind powers are willing it not to. It is becoming quite obvious that my mind is not nearly as persuasive as I once believed. So now Alex sounds like he's been chain-smoking since in utero, Cooper's nose is producing alarming quantities of goo, and my throat is sore, and I have a bit of a cough. I'm relying heavily on ibuprofen and Fruit Breezers and as much sleep as I can get. I'll let you know how that goes.
So....I didn't get my key-chain. I missed it by about a pound and a couple of ounces. But I was still down over two pounds from last week, so I'm okay with that. If I can keep it together through New Years, and get my butt to the gym regularly, I can't see any reason I won't get it on the 4th.
I started wrapping last night after the boys were asleep. I got about ten gifts done, and then just called it quits. I was feeling pretty crappy and tired and just wanted to climb into my nice, warm, soft bed. So I did. And thanks to the wonderful inventors of Robotussin, Alex woke once for about 5 minutes, and then slept until 8am.
I love Christmas.