I woke up yesterday morning and my throat was on FIRE! It hurt like a mofo and my sinuses were all backed up. I used some throat spray and took some medicine.
Then, I forced myself to get to the grocery. I'm glad I did because the snow dumped down on us in a sneaky fashion overnight. School is canceled, so Buddy is home. There is no way I would be getting out in this mess today.
The Evil Twin didn't have a choice. He is working on a very important project at work and it needs to be finalized today.
I woke up this morning still feeling craptastic, but at least my throat isn't trying to spontaneously combust. I took my temperature: 100.2, so not too bad. It's probably just the creeping crud and not the flu (thank goodness!).
I feel like this:
I will get out of my robe at some point today, but really, who knows? I'm not a morning person on my best of days. Plus, I woke up at 3 am - I had to use the restroom and when I got back in bed, I wasn't able to fall back to sleep, so I tossed and turned until Sissy woke up.
I tried to keep her in bed with me, but she wasn't really having any of that. So, I thought "Whisky Tango Foxtrot???" and lugged my sorry sick ass out of bed.
I think I'll get in the shower just so I don't have to hear the kids' fussing around for a bit. I've raided the medicine chest and picked my assorted poisons today, so maybe I'll be so out of it, I won't notice the screaming, crying and fighting (or maybe I'll be the one screaming, crying and fighting....) You just never know!