Can’t Shake It

I'm sick again.  I finally started feeling better (despite being laid off - for that I am extremely disappointed and hiding how much very well).  Nick was up at 1am last night harfing all over the place.  While Eric tended to him I had to clean his room (the bedding, the bed, the wall, the floor).  Wow, what a mess.  Then I couldn't sleep, my heart aching for my little man in the next room struggling with some nasty coughing.  He's a snot machine, which is probably what made him throw up.  Eric went into work late this morning because of the cold temperatures and because he was up most of the night too.  It snowed like crazy for New Years.  They say we got about 10 inches.  Some places in my yard had 10 but some had less.  I shoveled the street because the road crews make such a nasty mess of it dodging our cars.  The last time I left snow around for them to plow it turned to ice and I slipped - one foot under the car and one foot in.  A car wedgey.  Not good and certainly not funny.  Anyhow, the temps dove into single digits since yesterday with highs nearing the low 20's.  Come Sunday they are saying we should have highs in the 50's.  All of that snow I shoveled out of the way will be whats left until it snows again.  It's piled up on the curb in this rock hard, icy, asphalt speckled nastiness.

Nick is sitting next to me curled up in a blanket watching CN while I blog and Claudine is sleeping under my right arm and on the corner of the laptop.  Nick passed this cruddy thing back to me so here we sit.  We have almost everything we need (kleenex, medicine, clear liquids, blankets, comfy couch, remotes).  Eric finally left for work so I have to wait until someone comes down from upstairs for them to wait on me.  I need someone to grab my phone and camera for me, lol.  I'm not getting up.  I can't breathe and I'm achey.

I think I will get up though.  I need my external where all of my photos and scrapgraphics are so I can play with those.  I have all of these drafted posts on the HTH blog just waiting on photos I haven't cropped.  Guess there's my silver lining.  As I sit here and look at that crazy shot of me in the blue shirt I have to think crazy so maybe I'll feel better.

Maybe I'll call one of those termite guys to tent our house and fog it with some heavy duty cold and flu medicine.

Ambition + Illness = Delirium