De Je Vu
About 7 days ago (or one week, or 168 hours, or 10,080 minutes, or 604,800 seconds) I was coming down with an illness. This illness is commonly referred to as "the common cold", but there is nothing common about the common cold. It's not everyday that you wake up not being able to breathe from your nose, or wake up to a headache that makes you wonder if aliens hit you in the head during your sleep.
Why is it that when ever a long week-end, a holiday or a vacation is on the horizon I get sick?
I'm never sick during the week. I may feel like death warmed over, but I still have that little voice inside my head saying "You're not that sick"...
Of course, it's Saturday and I have well over 50 people coming to our home for Thanksgiving on Thursday. I can't be sick!!!
Yet, I can't breathe, my head hurts, I'm cold one minute and hot the next, and if that's not enough, I bit the side of my tongue and it's killing me when I talk. I'm sure I'll be well enough by Monday to go back to work, but what about everything I need to do this week-end?
We've had one project after another to do because we changed one thing in our house last week.
We bought new carpet.
That meant painting the bedroom, which made the hallway look dirty, so we painted the hallway which made the entry way look worse than the hallway because there's more light and the living room paint didn't go with the carpet in the first place so we had to paint the living room. Nearly every room in the house is torn apart when all I really wanted was new carpet.
In the middle of all this Justin wants to come over and watch the football game, even though I told everyone that this week-end is sacred.
He brings popcorn and M&Ms knowing full well that I'm trying to lose weight before Thanksgiving...so now I've blown my diet.
You know, this time last year we were all sick...but with the flu! Remember? I called it Thanks-heaving Week-end. Maybe the cold is an improvement? Most colds last 10 days, I'm a few days into this...
Dale just called me in to look at the paint I picked for the living room...all that comes to mind is baby poop. I'm worse than I thought.
Why is it that when ever a long week-end, a holiday or a vacation is on the horizon I get sick?
I'm never sick during the week. I may feel like death warmed over, but I still have that little voice inside my head saying "You're not that sick"...
Of course, it's Saturday and I have well over 50 people coming to our home for Thanksgiving on Thursday. I can't be sick!!!
Yet, I can't breathe, my head hurts, I'm cold one minute and hot the next, and if that's not enough, I bit the side of my tongue and it's killing me when I talk. I'm sure I'll be well enough by Monday to go back to work, but what about everything I need to do this week-end?
We've had one project after another to do because we changed one thing in our house last week.
We bought new carpet.
That meant painting the bedroom, which made the hallway look dirty, so we painted the hallway which made the entry way look worse than the hallway because there's more light and the living room paint didn't go with the carpet in the first place so we had to paint the living room. Nearly every room in the house is torn apart when all I really wanted was new carpet.
In the middle of all this Justin wants to come over and watch the football game, even though I told everyone that this week-end is sacred.
He brings popcorn and M&Ms knowing full well that I'm trying to lose weight before Thanksgiving...so now I've blown my diet.
You know, this time last year we were all sick...but with the flu! Remember? I called it Thanks-heaving Week-end. Maybe the cold is an improvement? Most colds last 10 days, I'm a few days into this...
Dale just called me in to look at the paint I picked for the living room...all that comes to mind is baby poop. I'm worse than I thought.
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