I’m so sick of being sick. I haven’t been sick in a long time and I feel like this is just dragging out. I missed my WOWW meeting tonight and I can’t even focus long enough to read.
The Hubs went to his sword class, the kid is in bed, and I’m watching Coming to America.
I’m not winning mother of the year this year. Gibbie came out and told me she pooped in her pull up (which I’m just dealing with at this point) but then when I went to change her she had it all over her hand and I yelled at her. Then I pinched my finger in her closet door. There’s nothing like instant karma!
I have a Pampered Chef show tomorrow that I absolutely have to go to so I’m just hoping I don’t feel too wonky. It’s on the exact opposite of town and will take about 45 minutes to drive to, an hour and a half to do the show and take orders, another 30 to clean up and pack up, then another 45 minute drive home. It would be nice to not feel like I’m going to fall asleep during any of that time.
It’s starting! My taste buds are dead! What’s next? This cold will be the death of me!!!!
I just want to live long enough to see Godzilla 2014.
I’ve already called the CDC, they’re coming to quarantine your living quarters and everyone you know help. You should be hearing the sirens now…and the helicopter…and just possibly the sound of your town being locked down.
You know we live five minutes from the border. We hear sirens and helicopters all the time haha
The Hubs is staying home today because he’s sick too. (You may have seen his posts claiming imminent death). Gibbie has the sniffles but is fine other than going stir crazy.
I had to break plans with my mother-in-law. She invited me to see some Celtic women show tonight but I get light headed whenever I stand up so I don’t think I should be driving downtown.
I’d like to be better by tomorrow so I can go to my Women of Wine and Word group but I don’t have high hopes for it. I have a Pampered Chef show on Saturday so as long as I’m better by then I’ll be happy.
We seem to have a demon possessed train puzzle that makes a train whistle every time we walk out of the room. This coming two days after Gibbie accused me of opening her door in the middle of the night.