Monday: Reed wakes up at 5:00 puking. Is sick all day, so I end up having a long day of getting nothing done (you moms know what I mean). I try to keep Hudson away from him as much as possible, not to mention practically bathing in anti-bacterial gel just so I can stay well. Miss my work-out at the Y cause I'm home with Sicky McPukey.
Tuesday: Reed wakes up feeling fine, so I throw some toast his way to see what happens. Nothing comes back up, so we ship him off to school. Throw on my work out clothes and Hudson and I head to the gym. I'm not as early as I like to be, so I am not in the very back row of aerobics where I like to hang. Class seems very hard, but every time she changes the routine, it gets me in the beginning. Head to Wal-Mart for groceries, then home. Lay down to take a nap when Hudson does - I'm not feeling so hot. (Something comes out this time of year that I am evidently quite allergic to. For the last 5 or 6 years, at the end of January or first of February, I have horrible allergies for a few days and it turns into bronchitis.) So, I wake up feeling like poo and know that the dreaded allergen has been sucked up into my skull.
Wednesday: I wake up feeling decent, so Hudson goes to my parents house so I can go help at Reed's school. I put on my work out clothes so I have no excuse not to go to the gym. At the school I make enough copies to kill a small forest (I put 4 reams of paper in the copier not to mention what was already in there that I used) and then head to the gym. I'm running on the treadmill and it seems like it's really, really hard and I realize that I'm not feeling well. I go home, shower and fall asleep. Wake up JUST IN TIME to go get Reed. Come back home and decided that I do not need to teach my bible class and sweet Tracy fills in for me again (two weeks in a row). My mom keeps Hudson so I can rest (YAY!) and I spend the evening on the couch under a blanket with a box of tissues (I prefer Puffs Plus - they are by far the easiest on a nose!).
Thursday: Wake up feeling like double poo. Go get Reed up, get out his clothes, pour him a bowl of cereal and go back to bed. Don't even have the energy to get up when he and Brian leave - I just yell bye from the bed (Is that a bad mom???) Lay in bed until noon, continuously grabbing my Puffs Plus. (Oh who are we kidding... I finally stuck one up each nostril just so I wouldn't have snot dripping down my face!) I get up, take as many pills as I can find that will heal my various ailments and I go get Reed from school. I had to take him to the dentist to have a tooth pulled. I feel sick, but also horrible that he has to deal with that, but he does great. Swing by my parents house and pick up Hudson. Then home, sweet, home. Now I'm laying in bed exhausted with a kleenex stuffed up my left nostril and I am not ashamed.
Plans for Friday: TV, my pajamas and possibly a trip to the store for more tissues. What can I say - this is why the party people gravitate toward me. :)
So this week I am thankful for:
- Not having a serious illness and knowing this will go away eventually
- My family that helps me out tremendously
- Being able to work out at least twice to stay with my routine somewhat
- A new day tomorrow :)