Apparently being awesome is even more dangerous than I first thought. My jaunt in to the "fun" life has left me sick, beat down, and speechless.
You might think I mean speechless as in unable to find the appropriate words for how challenging all my fun was for me to endure, but you would be wrong.
I literally can not talk.
I have been sick with a fierce head cold since Tuesday. I have an over abundance of mucous, sore throat, cough, and body aches. Surely this isn't normal after having a lot of fun? Is this what's happening to everyone else that gets frequent babysitters and leaves their houses after dark?
I am concerned for everyone now.
On top of everything, there's my bangs. I know this is something weighing heavy on all of you without my frequent updates. Well, rest easy because things are going well.
I had my hair magician, Faith, cut and color my hair on Tuesday and she's got the whole thing under control.
|Photo taken post DayQuil|
I don't really remember what she said she was doing to them, but somehow they are cut differently to grow out more easily. Or be shoved to the side. Or never grow again. I went on day one of the head cold, she really could have said anything to me, I have no idea. I trust her and her tricky skills that make my hair look pretty-ish.
In other news, Stella threw up for the first time yesterday. This might seem like a gross thing to point out, but that's just sort of life right now. It's pretty gross.
I guess I should skip talking about my over-use of the netti pot right now, along with my immense joy at it's ability to flush "stuff" out. Amazing.
When thinking about my illness and Stella's vomit, which is inevitable after reading this post, imagine the worst thing I would have to do during this time. Grocery shop? That's not a big thing. Get new shoes? That's crazy, there's never a bad time for that. Travel?
Oh yes, travel with the three kids by myself, that would be bad. Though that is exactly what is happening.
On Monday morning I will jump on a plane with my three children, by myself, and travel to the spring break mecca...Indianapolis.
Yep, my children and I will join much of today's youth on a journey to wild and crazy Indianapolis for a week of spring break mayhem. You're probably concerned about wet t-shirt contests, booze cruises, and sunburns, but fear not, I hear things have really calmed down recently in Indy.
I bet Kurt Loder doesn't even care what's happening there now.
(Does that make sense to you or are you too young? Too old? Jenny McCarthy? Anyone?)
I am confident that we can keep things calm and G-rated, mostly. It's hard to make any promises where Indianapolis and spring break are concerned though, it can be so unpredictable.
I am positive that I will have children writing adorable things during the entire trip...like this "poem" Cole wrote for the dog.
That's "Bea, I love you in the afternoon," as the last line.
Or this note Aiden presented to me tonight after dinner.
|Damn silent 'e' makes spelling so tricky!|
I feel as though I'm finally doing something right as a mom.
Oh, and I bought a new Noonday bracelet today....which did momentarily make my whole head, and wrist, feel better.
Be on the lookout for crazy spring break photos soon....or tragic tales of airport travels with three children that made me cry, but you laugh. You're so mean.