Close Enough
Okay, I know the week of exhausted is over. I made it look easy with, you know, all my whining. I’m such a trooper. Next week, I was supposed to go to Tina’s and drink cheap white trash wine and be awesome.
Yesterday, I woke up with a sore throat and my sinuses felt blargh, but I missed the crap out of my kids, so I went over to my sisters. I spent the day throwing around children of various ages and sizes. It was a blast. On the way home, I spent an hour and half stuck on I-44 with my bored mother because of a terrible accident. I got home and curled up from exhaustion.
This morning I woke up feeling like black death. I think it is just a sinus infection, but yes, black death. I am a big fan of hyperbole. (My loved ones feel particularly lucky for that one.)Moving my eyeballs around too much makes my head hurt. Seriously, I’m not exaggerating that shit.
The pisser of it all, aside from you suckers having to read this, is that I can’t go to Tina’s like this. I love her. I couldn’t do this to her. I mean, I don’t think this is communicable, but I do know no one should have to put up with a sick me unless they have to. I just want to curl in a ball and have someone tell me I’m pretty, and they love me. (Another thing I wish I was joking about.) She already has two and a half small children (her husband has his moments.)
I’m hoping I wake up tomorrow feeling miraculously better. I think the chances are better I will wake up famous tomorrow. Or rich.
Damnit, I’ve moved my eyeballs too much.
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