Seriously. I spent most of yesterday in bed while Zion was at my grandmother's. I called in sick to work tonight. Mike forgot his dinner, so I had to drive it to him this evening, and I almost killed us three times. Once, there was a police officer behind us, and I was sure I was going to jail. If he had any idea how much NyQuil I had in my system, he would have given me a breathalizer.
My son will not slow down, and I just can't keep up with him. I finally gave up. Go ahead, dump the flour on the kitchen floor. We didn't need those noodles. Sugar? Sticky floors don't bother me...
The good news is that I did finally get signed up for all of the Techniques classes at Stampers Ink that I wanted to take. That's something to look forward to if I make it through this weekend, right?
Happy New Year. ;)
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Yuck! I had a couple weeks of that earlier this year, thinking, who cares, how much damage can they really do anyway? I'm on my deathbed here!
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