Wednesday, February 9, 2011


So I thought I was tough. Just needed one sick day, and I was back in the saddle.


I went into work on Tuesday. I didn't feel well, but a girl can only sleep so much. Besides, I go nuts staying home. I love my kids and I love my house. I just haven't learned how to love staying home all day.

By 4 p.m., I was done. So finished. Couldn't function. one. more. minute. My boss called at that very moment of despair and I told him I wasn't going to make it. Fortunately, I have a great boss and he told me to go home.

So sad...I missed our ladies night at the church. I was really looking forward to an evening of yoga and smoothies, but it would have been a personal disaster.

I got my sick self to the doc this morning. I was sure that I had the flu or strep throat. My throat has been on fi-yah!

Wrong again!

The diagnosis was bronchitis.

Fine. Okay. Whatever. Just give me a prescription for some drugs to cure what's ailin' me 'cause I can't take it any more.

Now I'm back home, sufficiently medicated, laying on the couch and watching a thrilling episode of Yo Gabba Gabba with my kindergartner.

(Actually, it's pretty entertaining to watch her dance along. She doesn't realize I'm checking her out...she just thinks I'm blogging.)

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