Of course, it started with my little daughter Elizabeth starting at day care on March 2. She's had a running nose ever since. Coughing, with an oh, so thick, viscous ever present booger hanging from her nose. She was acting okay, until last week. Last week, of course, Erin gets it...bad. She actually...hold onto your hat...voluntarily missed a day of school (and only because the following day was a teacher's inservice.) So, I'm going to work at 2 jobs, getting kids to the doctor, and I feel the tickle start in my throat last Saturday. Sunday morning comes, now both Lizzie and I have beautiful green boogers.
I have been begging for death, or at least a mild coma ever since. Since I'm new at my job, I've gone in (hey, at least it's part time). So Tuesday and Thursday, I rested, a little bit. Except when I cooked dinners for the rest of the week. And went to Erin's choral concert Tuesday (Neil forgot about the concert; had to stay home to wait for a guy buying tires from him). Thankfully, my friend Lisa saw me at the concert with the baby, looking like death warmed over, and ordered me to go home, as she would take Erin home afterwards. (She and I lead parallel lives; I'll blog on that some day).
Today, I only wished for death/coma once. Actually a coma would be good. I'd get a bit of a break, and be able to wake up when I felt able to live life again. Okay, I'll take a coma! But I'll settle for a nap, naps are good. They just never last long enough. Thank God tomorrow is my late day into work, I can sleep until, like 7! Hey, things are looking up!
See you back here, when I'm not longing for a coma anymore. When it's around 60 degrees on a normal basis!
1 comment:
Thanks, Kaylee, glad u have enjoyed it.
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