Posts Tagged ‘cold’


May 2, 2017

That thing when you get back from vacation and you know that reality is going to smack you in the face and (other than seeing your oldest girl-child again), it’s going to suck. But then it really happens and not only are you dealing with sucky reality, but you’re sick?

Yeah. That.

Double sucky.

I’ve gone through approximately two boxes of tissues in two days and I’m about to commandeer the nice ones, with lotion in the them. Anything to make my nose stop hurting.

This all started the day before I left San Antonio, and I thought it might have been a reaction to the new allergens in a new city, but now everything’s the same, except for my rather unique stopped-up-ed-ness, and I’m ready for that to leave me now. Although It could have been worse and I could have been sick (or allergic to the air or whatever it is) the entire time I was there. Infecting everyone – or exposing them to germapalooza – would have been worse, definitely.

So I’ll take my mountain of tissues and emails and laundry and play poor pitiful mama for a few days and see how far that gets me. And when that’s not very far, at least I know there’s a weekend right around the corner for me to sleep through.

Huzzah? Huzzah.



How cold is it?

February 6, 2014

It’s cold outside. How cold is it? It’s so cold…

…that I’ve stopped calling it “brisk.”

…I let the car warm up this morning before piling everyone in.

…the girls didn’t even complain when I told them to dig their gloves out of their stuffed backpacks.

…that I made the girls zip their hoodies and their jackets (usually I’m more of a “they’ll do if they’re cold” non-nagger).

…it’s only two degrees warmer than back home. IN NEW ENGLAND.

…there’s snow-smoke blowing and swirling across the top of the asphalt.

…yeah, it’s snowing – but the kind that happens because it’s so flippin’ cold, not actual precipitation.

…the thermostat in the house hadn’t climbed a single degree during the hour the heat was turned up.

…the dog barely cleared the patio before she peed and bee-lined straight back to the house – no circling for her, this morning.

…my coffee is already luke-warm, and I only poured it into the thermos 40 minutes ago.

…I have a scarf on inside my office.

…I designed my outfit around the longest and warmest socks I own.

…the car actually did feel the windchill this morning, sentient creature or not.


Four degrees with the windchill. I love feeling like I’m back home, I just wish I was actually there!

Someone fetch me some chicken soup.

December 29, 2009

I don’t feel good.

My throat is sore, my head is congested, my chest is congested (but only when I first wake up), and I think I’m developing these patchy wastelands on my tongue where my taste buds used to be. (You’re welcome! for all the sharing!) I’m a little sniffly and I feel crummy and just devoid of energy. And still I worked 11 hours yesterday. Because I am committed! (And also because I didn’t really have a choice.)

Today, I am dragging myself through it. But I have to save my energy. Thus – no bloggy blog here for you. So sad. Go heckle my sister and maybe she will send me something to post. I promise to Lysol it first.

Home sick.

December 11, 2008

Turns out Bee-baby has the same cold I have, except she gets a fever on top of everything else. Of course. So no daycare for Bee-baby today. It also means that I have a little longer to think of my Love Thursday post. So if you’re wondering where I am, think: couch, sniffles, tissues, whiney children, and lots and lots of cold meds.

Happy Love Thursday, indeed!