A couple of weeks ago I was feeling a bit under the weather and knew that I was just "fighting something". You know how that feels, right? When your throat gets just a little scratchy, but not bad, your nose drips a little-kinda annoying like, but still tolerable (you're just grateful it isn't worse) and you can tell you aren't quite feeling up to speed. This all started on a Friday. Well, I thought I was really doing a good job battling the oncoming influenza. Then it started. The sneezing. Ugh! I don't know how it is for others, but for me-if I start sneezing...I know I'm DONE FOR! Soooo, what's one to do? Especially one that is an M-O-M??
Not only an M-O-M, but one with 3 dependant littles?!? By Monday I was completely sucked under. So sick that I couldn't stand without being dizzy and feeling like my head was in a fog. The only thing I could do was NAP. change a diaper. nap. and NAP some more. After one of those naps, I went downstairs to see the conditions.
This is what I saw:
"So, someone decided to get a snack, huh? Okay, understandable. What a mess. That stinks. Bummer."
Then:
"To be expected. There's kids here. I'm glad they were enjoying themselves." *sigh*
THEN:
"Whoa!!! Who hired the {help?}!"
It only took my sick, tired body an hour and a half to clean up this oh so joyous mess with the hefty crafsman shop-vac.
That's what I get for:
Getting SICK.
Oh how I appreciate my health!



