I'm sick. Curl up in a blanket, box of kleenex in hand, Nyquil at the ready kind of sick. I think it started as allergies, and has decided to just turn into a full-blown cold. And it caught me off guard. I have no kleenexes, no cold medicine, no tea, no chicken soup. I was taking care of someone else's child so I couldn't leave the house to go buy anything most of the day, and Mike is out of town for the weekend on a fishing trip. It's a day where I just wanted to call my mama and let her come and scratch my back. But she's on vacation! So, I used napkins instead of kleenex, drank coffee instead of tea, and called my sister. She blessedly came to my rescue with some kleenex, tea, and medicine, but I had to go to the store to buy some chicken soup. I know it's probably just an old wives' tale, but tonight it was the only thing that sounded good. I'm counting the hours until I can take the Nyquil and curl up in bed. Ugh. Being sick is for the birds. And I have decided that I don't want to do it again.
Pardon me while I wallow in my little pity party. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow.
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congrats Auntie!