Currently watching: Antiques Roadshow
Sipping on: jasmine tea
Saturday evening, I started feeling kind of shitty. I chalked it up to the quick change in the weather. Fall in the South typically means 75 on Monday, 45 on Wednesday, 62 Thursday…. on and on it goes, until BAM. It’s full blown winter and there’s talk of “snow.” Actually, I read somewhere that getting sick due to weather is complete and total bullshit. Who knows.
Sunday I did nothing.
Laid on the couch, watched movies, snacked, slept and that’s about it. We all participated. It was glorious.
Until I woke up sometime before five with a raging fever, unable to swallow and feeling worse than ever. I managed to get up, pack MD’s lunch and drive him to school. It’s what Mom’s do. Unless you’re actually heaving up a kidney in the toilet, you still do stuff. And yes, it sucks. However, you somehow have flash backs to coming home with your child for the first night and you stop bitching. Because there is nothing more terrifying than being left alone with a tiny screaming human.
If you can survive that, you can survive a “cold.”
So I prevail.
And after a early morning nap, I was up, cleaning the house a bit (even if I was shuffling about). Then I was back to being sick. Back on the couch. Back sweating out the sick. I haven’t had make up on in three days. My lips are chapped. My hair is bigger on one side than the other.
Yet, I had to get my shit together and go pick up MD from school. It wasn’t until I was half way there that I realized I’d be an hour early due to drama practice till five. I swung into a little coffee shop, got a drink, headed to the back corner booth and worked on some drawings. The girl next to me had to laptops going. TWO. I wanted to ask her, “Why? What is so super important that you can’t use just one?”
The guy to the right of me had a stack of books on photoshop and he kept scratching his balls. No, really. And sometimes, he would stick his hand down the front of his pants and give a good, long scratch. I watched the relief on his face as I pretended to check my email on my phone. I wanted to tell him they make a cream for that, but hey, it was already kind of weird in there.
So I left.
Now all the homework is done, supper has been cooked up (crepes and bacon) and eaten and I managed to fold a load of laundry while listening to Frank Sinatra. I haven’t been doing very well with my posts of the day. I may have to go back and repost them, because today’s post is about the best birthday ever. This is a topic dear to me! I love birthdays and have been fortunate enough to have some seriously rad ones the past ten years.
But that will have to wait.
I’m tired, I need more medicine and I’ve been wiping my nose on the sleeve of an old flannel shirt I’m wearing for about twenty minutes.
I know you understand.
Till then loves!