I willed it away with all my might thinking it could be kind of "mental" sickness. That sounds bad, but you know what I'm talking 'bout - kind of like hysterical pregnancies - you make it up because you are getting burnt out or need a day off. Well, I could only be so lucky.
Almost a week later, I'm still fighting this thing. Hacking up a lung, runny nose, super stuffed sinuses. I won't bore you with all the
Other than spending time with my new BFF, Couch, this weekend we watched a lot of HGTV (my new fav show is Secrets From a Stylist), watched Love & Other Drugs (it was OK - although Jake Gyllenhaal isn't bad to look at!), and took quite a few naps. Buster entertained himself by trying to gobble up every used tissue I accidentally left lying around... Picture this: sick me slowly chasing after hyper puppy thinking he's all that and a bag of chips for once again defeating mom and dad and getting his sharp little teeth on something he shouldn't.
Now I'm just looking forward to a nice Kleenex-free and cough-free week... and so are my boys!