sick & tired of being sick & tired
I get sick more than anyone else I know. I get sick a week before Emmy and Karl get it. How can my immune system be worse than a 4 year old's?? The girl licks banisters for heaven's sake! I woke up on Monday with a sore throat and thought oh boy, here we go again. Took vitamins, Airborne, and echinacea...and nada. Tuesday found me with a fever and with an achy body that made me feel like I was 108 years old. And the rest of the week has been the same. Fever let off but now I have lovely chest congestion and a sinus infection that has brewing for a week. Ugh! I hate being sick!
I'm supposed to go to the thrift store with my neighbor at noon. I started buying kid's clothes there ages ago with plans to resell them on ebay. Its very profitable when I actually get off my lazy ass and list them! The bin of stuff is sitting 3 feet away from me and the stack is taller than Emily, no kidding.
Emmy came into bed with me last night and this morning I woke with a cat laying on my hip, Sphinx welded to my back and Emily practically suction cupped to my stomach. Totally boxed in, unable to move, but damn it felt good. This is probably how the bed is going to look the year Karl is in San Diego. I would like to add Charlotte to the mix but there is no way I could trust her overnight by herself. She's a year old now but not much better than she was when she was half this age. I still love the breed (Labs), she has a sweet disposition and I don't think she has an ill thought in her head. But sometimes I stare into those eyes and they are just so vacant. You can tell there isn't a whole lot going on in that brain of hers.
Well, I better go. Kitchen's a mess, an unholy mess, and mommies don't get sick days to call off work.
I'm supposed to go to the thrift store with my neighbor at noon. I started buying kid's clothes there ages ago with plans to resell them on ebay. Its very profitable when I actually get off my lazy ass and list them! The bin of stuff is sitting 3 feet away from me and the stack is taller than Emily, no kidding.
Emmy came into bed with me last night and this morning I woke with a cat laying on my hip, Sphinx welded to my back and Emily practically suction cupped to my stomach. Totally boxed in, unable to move, but damn it felt good. This is probably how the bed is going to look the year Karl is in San Diego. I would like to add Charlotte to the mix but there is no way I could trust her overnight by herself. She's a year old now but not much better than she was when she was half this age. I still love the breed (Labs), she has a sweet disposition and I don't think she has an ill thought in her head. But sometimes I stare into those eyes and they are just so vacant. You can tell there isn't a whole lot going on in that brain of hers.
Well, I better go. Kitchen's a mess, an unholy mess, and mommies don't get sick days to call off work.