My husband said this last night whilst scrubbing the high chair trays. He was concerned that there was chicken juice of some sort in the kitchen sink left over from the dinner I made. So he scrubbed the trays twice, just to be safe. This is one of the many reasons I am glad we are married.
It is 2:40 a.m. EST and I find myself once again on the living room couch in a feeble attempt not to awaken the entire house with my coughing. I scurried downstairs about fifteen minutes ago, pillows and blankets in hand, made some ginger tea with honey, took some cough medicine (yes, that cough medicine), and figured I’d type out a little early morning post while I sip and try to calm my poor lungs down. It is very frustrating to have everyone sleeping but me. Usually it’s someone keeping me awake. This morning it is just me. That’s kind of the whole thing, isn’t it? In the end it’s just you, no matter what.
Since I’m on the subject of me, yet again, I’d like to say for the record that I am done with this headache I’ve had for the past two days. No matter how much acetaminophen I down, pseudo-ephedrine, the whole lot of it, the dull ache remains. My sinuses mock me as they have mocked ancestors on both sides of my family for what must be centuries. I imagine a good massage could break up some of the huge knots in my neck and that could help, but that will not happen any time soon. The best I can hope for at the moment is sleep for the remainder of the morning. Hopefully the girls will not wake up for a snack. Please, merciful anyone who is out there in the universe, please let them and me and us all sleep.
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 