I’ve been fighting off a cold for about a week. Honestly, if it were up to me, I’d rather be knocked on my butt sick than catch a cold. Because a cold is just a cold, and you should be able to function. Right?
So last night the sinus pain got to the point where I needed to take something. Because my snuffly nose has kept me up the past few nights, I opted for a NyQuil, knowing that NyQuil for me is not a good thing. It makes me SOOOOO tired.
On the plus side, I slept until 8:30 this morning. I NEVER sleep until 8:30 in the morning. On the negative side, I woke up exhausted. I got the kids some breakfast, managed to get myself dressed – in clothes that matched, but weren’t winning any beauty pageants. I was supposed to go shopping with my friend Sandi, and was secretly thrilled when she suggested tomorrow instead I went to Starbucks to get my coffee (I said I was sick, not dying), then went to WalMart for one thing (I don’t remember what that one thing was, but I spent over $200 and I’m certain I came home without that one thing).
And when I got home, I crashed. I put my head down on the sofa for just a minute, and the next thing I knew, it was 4:30 in the afternoon!
And I still feel tired.
I’m getting ready to head up to bed – freshly made by my marvelous husband, who did laundry today while I slept.
Because the daily grind starts again tomorrow. And it’s only a cold, so I should be able to function.