And Away I Went

I had a miserable day today. Pumpkin and I were on the cusp of totally-feeling-crappy yesterday and teetered right over the edge into BLAH today. She was up at about 2:15 this morning with a tremendous fever and a hoarse cough. After I was able to tuck her back in, it took me quite some time to fall asleep again (this is the norm for me).

Awoke at six realizing that, yup. This was not going to be my finest day. My nose is stuffed up and running, alternately. My head hurts. My stomach is queasy. I’m exhausted. I’ve got a cough. Pumpkin’s nose was running. Her appetite was gone (in fact, it wasn’t until about 12:30 this afternoon when she FINALLY ate – three spoon fulls of Mac & Cheese). She has a raging cough.

I wasn’t feeling like Mom of the Year when I finally tucked Pumpkin in for her nap, and decided to let The Princess watch an obscene amount of TV so I could catch a few Zzzzzzz’s myself.

It would figure I’d feel like this on Tuesday. My first Tuesday night to go out sans kids. I didn’t even WANT to go by the time Hubby got home. I had previously been thinking I would go to a movie (I have a few I’ve been really anxious to see)… but then figured all my sniffling and coughing would drive the other people in the theater nuts. And, well, I didn’t know if I would make it all the way through a flick. BUT, I was DETERMINED: I would leave the house, and I would leave the house WITHOUT ANY SHORT PEOPLE.

So I did.

I went to Panera Bread, grabbed a salad for dinner (the teenage goober taking my order messed up, so I also got a freebie asiago cheese bagel sitting in my fridge for me to eat for breakfast – awesome). I then went to Target and spent an insane amount of money on Father’s Day cards (for my dad from me, from the kids, for my grandfather, for my mom’s husband, for HUBBY – of course – from me and from the kids… blah blah blah). Then, even though Hubby insisted he needed no gifts for Father’s Day, I did pick him up a few things (from the kids, of course). Because, yes, he needed a few things, whether he knows it or not (Chances are he doesn’t know it, but that’s what wives are for).

I came home and the kids were bathed, Pumpkin had actually eaten a decent dinner (progress!), and she was even in excellent spirits – perky and happy.

I, on the other hand, still feel like crud. But at least I got my Tuesday night.