Meh, I feel like crap.

I'd like to say I've been so busy that I didn't have time to blog, but I'd be lying. Actually, being busy would've been better. In fact, I've had the plague. Or maybe it's typhoid fever. It's hard to tell. All I know is my chest hurts, my head hurts, my body aches, my nose is stuffy, and I feel like a large pile of crap. Now the simpleton may say, hello? Sounds like the flu. I say, psh. It's clearly rheumatic fever. I also could just have the flu and am picking random illnesses to garner sympathy, but that's unlikely. Anyway, I'm sick.

It's not too surprising I'm sick. Davey had a cold all last week and kept germing me the way little kids do. You know how you say cover your mouth! 30 seconds after they spray you with sneeze or even better when they do cover their mouth, cough like crazy then wipe their hands on their shirt. You know those germs are just waiting to find a new home, most often of course on Mommy.

And mommies don't have time to be sick when there's cleaning to do. Saturday I spent the WHOLE day cleaning. Whole day, as in 8 am to 5 pm. I cleaned the house top to bottom, vacuumed, washed, dusted, the whole shebang. By the end of the day, I was like, meh, I feel like crap. Too bad for you, cheering in the morning! Kat had a competition Sunday morning. Chris and I had to "volunteer", which really means we had to work at it but be happy about it because it was "voluntary". I got Kat up at 5 am to do her hair and makeup, and we were still almost late. I swear I'm going to be late for my own funeral. We had over an hour and half to get ready, still couldn't make it on time, and I didn't even do my own hair, I wore a damn hat. I can't figure out why we can't get out the door on time. I think there's some kind of weird space-time continuum in my bathroom or something. Time just moves slower...or faster...I dunno whichever makes it so I'm always late. Anyway, but the time we were done on Sunday, I was like meh, I feel like crap.

So then Monday I usually work from home. But this Monday I was like meh, I feel like crap (see a pattern emerging here?). So I had Chris take Kat to cheering and I stayed home and watched t.v. I went to bed at fucking 8:00. I told Chris I was deathly ill, he said I was fine and that I was just over-tired. I was like, it's yellow fever damnit! He didn't believe me. I spend all night being either too hot or too cold. NyQuil did NOT help. Tuesday morning I woke up and dragged myself out of bed, took some DayQuil and waited patiently for it to work. After it took my 30 minutes to make the kids' lunches, and after almost passing out twice because I was so ridiculously hot, I called in sick to work. By the way, I'm still patiently waiting for DayQuil to work. DayQuil sucks. Today I'm trying Theraflu. Which tastes like ass, but seems to work ok. I think it's because I bought the special "nasal and sinus congestion, cough, body ache, sore throat pain, headache, and fever" kind. Here's hoping that "fever" means "treats rheumatic, typhoid and yellow fevers", otherwise I'm gonna have to break down and go to the doctor's.

This is what you get when the DayQuil wears off.

Today is day 5 of this cold that is seriously starting to kick my ass. I broke down and took some DayQuil this morning, but I think it's wearing off. At first this was just a chest cold, but now my whole body aches, my sinuses hurt, blah, blah, blah. You'd think that this combined with the ridiculously cold weather would inspire me to quit smoking, but no such luck. Sunday night after our death-defying trip to cheering. Fucking blizzard out and Kat has a mandatory cheering practice...yes, I could've decided she should just miss it, but I value her dedication and want her to know I'm dedicated too...that and I TOTALLY underestimated the severity of the weather until it was too late. Anyway I could hardly move after being so tense for almost 3 hours on the drive home. The windshield wipers were half broken and completely iced up. The snow was piling up so fast, the plow trucks either couldn't keep up or just gave up trying. Either way, I was trying to peer out the windshield to guide Chris enough to keep on the road. I was like, right, a little more, that's good, stay straight...slight curve coming up... it was crazy. We figured between his 10% visibility and my 10% visibility we'd get home in one piece, which we did.

So the other night I'm coughing and coughing and Chris starts giggling. I'm like, what the hell is so funny? He's like, you sound like a goose honking when you cough. I was like, thanks, jackass. I'm fucking suffering from some kind of typhoid fever and you're making FUN of me?! I gave him a good night kiss and rolled over into my fever induced coma. The next morning he was all coughing and rubbing his chest. I was like, are you sick? He goes, yeah, my chest hurts, I think I'm coming down with something. I was like, heh. That's what you get for making fun of your sick wife. Karma baby. Although, since then, I've been feeling a lot worse. Perhaps karma is coming back for me for laughing at Chris being sick...sigh.

Ugh, Friday

Normally Friday's make me giddy, end of the work-week and all. Not today. This morning I spent literally 3 hours running errands and paying bills. I feel like I drove in one big circle...about 17 times, all the while thinking about my gas-loving Jeep. How irritating is it that not only is gas $4.02 a gallon, but also that I have to WASTE my gas because I have to pump the gas pedal to make it start right. Ugh.

Today was the first paycheck of the Dave Ramsey system. So far, so good. I got all the bills that were due today paid, and put all the allotted money in my little envelopes, stuck to the budget, etc, etc. Gold star for me today!

We're also having dinner with Dave and Kristy tonight, which is awesome. So...perhaps today is not an "ugh" day, but a "yay" day. Sigh. Chris is right. I really am a big gay.