The last day of every illness seems to start with me having stayed up all night. I think this happened when I had my second child, since there is no taking it easy with that little table dancer, nor can my husband call in sick.
I started with what seemed to be a minor stomach bug Friday, took a nap when Pat got home. Went to Chili's, and then went to bed late because of said nap. Slept in Saturday. Went to a birthday party. Later Saturday night felt barfy, stayed up later. Sunday we all missed church and I slept the day away. Little by little my bed time has crept up until now, when apparently I no longer have a bed time.
Tomorrow, well...today now, I will be exhausted through lunch with Sam and Marsi, dying by the time I get through our new troop's first Daisy Girl Scout meeting, and then I will collapse at a reasonable bed time. At which time I will consider myself over the stomach flu.
Did I mention I find inane details of my life fascinating when I am sleep deprived?
Where the heck are you?
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3 comments:
dude, sorry you're sick! sounds like it's your body's way of telling you to get more sleep!
Maybe you weren't really sick but just sleep deprived. That blows...but I like reading about the inane details of your life.
I like to hear about your life. :)
Hope you are back to yourself soon!
Connie
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