You know when little kids are getting close to bedtime and you can see that as they get tired they start frantically running and playing as fast as they can, like they know the second they stop their little eyes will get too heavy and they won’t wake up until tomorrow? That was me last night.
I kept laying down for about 10 minutes and then leaping up to frantically hammer out things on my to do list. In retrospect, I think I could feel myself coming down with a bit of a cold and I went into my normal panic-mode as I tried to get everything in order so that if I do get sick, the world doesn’t explode. News flash to my subconscious: I have almost no responsibilities, so if I get sick the result is… nothing. Several of Kenny’s co-workers are out sick and he woke up feeling pretty rough this morning so I guess there’s a bug going around. Fortunately for me, I have a pretty robust immune system. My entire family can be sick in bed and I usually just feel sleepy and heavy-headed for a few days. So far, that’s the stage I’m at and that is where I intend to stay.
So, instead of writing the post I thought I would be writing today about the wonderful baby shower I had this past weekend and how I set up our nursery with all the amazing gifts, half the gifts are still sitting in a pile and I am lounging on the couch lazily writing Thank You Notes. I have Harry Potter cued up on the TV as my (nearly three hour) incentive to take it easy today in the hope that rest will keep me from getting actually sick. I complain enough about my life as it is, no need to add a cold to it! Can you imagine how rough I would think I have it?! 😉
Later I’ll get some work done on the computer, go to a check-up with my midwife, and make a big batch of curry for dinner. I always make chicken noodle soup for other people when they’re sick, but me? I love the warmth of good curry and the way the spices help my poor congested face. I’ll do a double batch so I have some in the freezer for when Baby Weiss is born and I need some cozy meals at the ready.
P.S. Having a cold when its 77 degrees outside is BS. If I’m going to sniffle, it ought to be wonderfully chilly outside so I can wear a cute scarf and big fluffy socks and cuddle up with a warm mug of whatever.