March 17, 2010

What I Got For My Birthday

Today is my 31st birthday and I woke up with a sore throat. I started feeling the scratchiness last night before I went to bed so I downed a packet of Emergen-C, ate an orange and promptly fell asleep. This morning it was worse and as the day progressed I started feeling the symptoms of a cold. I am miserable. Happy Birthday to me!

I’m pretty sure Owen is the culprit. He’s had a runny nose for a few days, and I diligently washed my hands many, many times before and after touching or holding or nursing him. I’m sure I absentmindedly kissed him a few times and have now caught this miserable virus. I am praying it goes away quickly. I don’t handle being sick very well. In fact, I’m a very cranky person when I have the sniffles. Just ask my husband about the time I threw my shoes at him because he wouldn’t bring me the heating pad the last time I had a cold.

Speaking of the man I married, the lucky dog is out for dart night; it’s his weekly Wednesday thing. Meanwhile I’m home ON MY BIRTHDAY with a cold. I’m frowning as I type.

I’m just amazed at how quickly this thing came on. I thought maybe it was allergies, because I’ve been outside every day this week. Okay, I’m done complaining.

Owen is a little fussy tonight. He feels as good as I do. Dawson has been trying to entertain him while I get things done. I’m afraid my symptoms will worsen and the house will be a mess because I’ll be too miserable to do anything.

So, there you have it. My life is crazy.

How is your St. Patrick’s Day?