I wish I could say that I will miss you, but the last few weeks of you kicked my butt.
The above pic is the gussied up me. The Me that wanted to celebrate my birthday looking somewhat human rather than almost zombie-like.
I actually did my hair and makeup.
See the pic below...that's the me that's been limping along since before Christmas.
See, K and I thought it would be awesome to round out the new year with some influenza A with a splash of bronchitis on the side.
I don't recommend it, not one bit. Especially if you wait until
Christmas Eve to wrap your kids presents.
I was a mess and I think I started crying at one point and tried to convince myself to go to the hospital.
But then I started moaning and groaning and feeling so wretched that I just lay there and willed myself to sleep.
Now though, well, I no longer feel as though I'm courting death, more like courting my bed.
So so tired, as in, I feel like I'm in high school again and have mono.
The kids have been troupers.
K and I have been rallying with the help of coffee.
How was your New Year's Eve/end of the year?
Here's to a happy and healthy 2014!