I was sick this week — sicker than I’ve been in a long-ass time. I worked a total of about five hours and spent the rest of the time on the couch, trying to nap, but wishing I could just claw my face off instead.
I spent the greater part of Friday morning draining my tear ducts of all their fluids as I bawled my way through both Country Strong (wasn’t expecting that ending) and Temple Grandin (Claire Danes, man) but I luckily felt human again yesterday, so I was able to go to a friend’s house for a ladies’ night.
Of course, when I came home, it appeared I’d passed the sickness on to both Chris and LG, so that sucks. Little lady, who looked cheerful and delightful yesterday…
…Slept from 6pm last night to 9am this morning…
—And then took a nap in the crook of my arm (that never happens!) this morning….
…And then took a real nap in her crib.
She’s up now and in much better spirits, so I’m hoping she’s on the mend. My scientific analysis is that since she’s an eighth my size, she’ll get over this cold in an eighth the time. Right? Right.
In news completely unrelated to this, I decided to not drink until my birthday (thankfully in February and not, like, in December.) It’s been almost two weeks and it’s been surprisingly easy, although I think a lot of that probably had to do with the sickness this past week. (Although damn, I bet a shot of whiskey could have helped with the congestion.)
I also finished The Marriage Plot, the first book-book I’ve read in a long time. (I read a lot of James Patterson, but I’m not sure his count as book-books, since they all have the same plot, not to mention, they’re not even written by him anymore.) Anyway, so I finished a book, which makes me feel all studios and shit, and I am now starting in on The Hunger Games.
As I mentioned in my 2011 recap, I am not good with big sweeping goals or resolutions, but smaller ones seem to be my jam (says the girl who hasn’t even yet completed the first small goal she set for herself) and I’m hoping to, like, improve upon some areas of my life via these small, manageable goals, rather than big, impossible ones that make me want to give them the finger.
And now that I’ve taken this blog into some unfamiliar self-help territory, I’m going to go make my fifth cup of tea of the day and munch on some baby cheekage:
Glad you are feeling better! She is so crazy adorable.
The cheeks! So edible! Glad you’re feeling better, and I hope everyone is feels better soon.
I’m so jealous that your babe actually understands that being sick means she should sleep more! Mine thinks it means she should sleep on my chest and alternate sniffling and whining in my ear all night. Either way sick babies are no fun!
Aww, I hope she feels better soon AND I hope the dreaded man cold isn’t making the rest of the house unbearable. THAT is the true meaning of misery!
So sorry to hear you were sick! That’s no fun. Good thing you have that little cuteface to feast on!
I gave up drinking for January. It’s been simultaneously waaaaaay harder and waaaaaay easier than I anticipated. Usually, I don’t even think about it. But once in a while I will get a CRAVING for a glass of wine and man is that sucker hard to beat down. (I have been drowning it in butter.)