I thought I had done a pretty good job avoiding the family cold.
It had hit one victim after another, but I was pretty proud of myself for dodging it until….
Monday morning I was preparing some food for a funeral dinner and making up a big pot of Ham and Bean soup for our dinner later, my mind was whirling on ahead of itself like it so often does. I grabbed the coffee cup sitting on the counter and took a humongous swig. Too late. I realized it was Joel’s coffee not mine. He was one of the cold victim’s so I immediately turned to the sink and did the most lady like thing I could think of.
I spit all of the coffee in my mouth down the drain.
The boys laughed.
No laughter came from me. I knew my goose was cooked.
The past 3 days I have been so achey and sinusey (yes, I know spell checker these aren’t words, but they work for me).
BLAH, about sums it up.
I can say though, I am grateful that it isn’t worse. It could be. That I know. And that I have experienced. Too many times to count.
Today I decided it would be a good day to catch up on laundry. And pick up the house a bit. Little sister seems to have majored in mess making the past two days. OY! The older boys have been very helpful with other household chores that needed done. For that I am very thankful
Now, this afternoon I’m going to indulge myself.
I’ve got a big mug of hot tea waiting and a stack of seed catalogues to drool over.
Kleenex are on the ready.
I’ve got my p.j.’s on.
And my warm fuzzy socks are attempting to keep my feet toasty.
I’ve got a princess to cuddle.
And my pen is ready.
It’s list making time.