literally. this nasty cold that my kids have all had to varying degrees for the last few weeks has finally hit me, and I’m really feeling it… I don’t get sick very often, so when I do, I have to basically force myself to ease up a bit and not continue to act like I’m perfectly healthy, otherwise I inevitably overdo things and end up getting sicker or just being sick for longer, neither of which is much fun… the boys are gone again until next Mon, and while the house always seems strangely empty and quiet w/o them here, I’m grateful to only have one child (and a comparatively tame little girl at that) to have to take care of right now instead of three kids (two of whom are typical little boys) — I just don’t have the energy… I figured I was doing good to at least get a load of handwashables done today (in the washer, of course — gotta love the handwash setting), and my kitchen is still amazingly tidy (my FlyLady-shiny sink is so pretty!), but my planned dinner of pasta and salad got scrapped in favour of chicken soup… frankly, the way I feel right now, dinner for the rest of the week will probably be soup… :-\

it’s only 8:45pm, and I worry that if I go to bed this early I’ll be wide the heck awake at 3am, but I really am tired, and I have that icky-sicky ache-all-over feeling… blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

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