We’re all better, here at the Douglas household, yet, there’s that aftermath. You know that we just got over being sick and now we’ve got the after-sick-hangover aftermath? Yeah. Not fun.
We’re just starting back to food that doesn’t end in ‘-acker’ or ‘-oast’, and isn’t in the soup family. (Well, maybe, I couldn’t help but have some potato soup with our herbed pasta dish tonight).
Our bodies are still achy and wobbly, unsure of themselves. Our stomachs are still queasy and there never seems to be enough to drink.
(Let’s not talk about the housework, though, okay?)
Look at me. I’m totally not a happy camper.
If ever there were a need for Calgon and bonbons, I’m your gal. Except I can’t stomach the idea of chocolate right now. (I know, right?!?!) Let me tell you, today I had my first taste of coffee in over 48 hours, and I couldn’t even finish the cup.
THIS IS THAT SERIOUS, people.
That stomach bug? Is fricken FIRED, let me tell you. Not only did it wreck a perfectly good holiday weekend, strike my children down cold with it’s icy-yet-fiery, nauseating grip, boxing me around like Sugar Ray, pulling a few punches on poor hubs..
IT DARED TO WASTE MY PRECIOUS COFFEE.
(Okay, maybe I will talk about the housework.)
That shoulder wrap you see above? That is from hours of bending over cleaning, laundry, folding, changing diapers, scrubbing, not-to-mention catching up on emails, posts, more emails, more online-stuff. I feel like the hunchback. My neck and shoulders are k-i-l-l-i-n-g me. And I’m not even caught-up yet! {face palm}
(Back to not talking about housework again)
I am officially one smoked momma who needs some time off. And to sleep late. And a maid, or something. But this time, let’s make sure the time off is not because of the “S” word. Bleh.
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