I shouldn’t have children. . .

because I can barely take care of myself!

Let’s talk about last night.

So I haven’t been feeling 100 percent. There’s been a scratchy throat and some coughing, but seeing that the entire world is doing that right now, why complain about it? (OK, so I have complained a lot on Twitter, but you didn’t have to point that out.) Anyway, I haven’t been feeling all that well. And after a week of stress at work, a lot of cramming of big tasks into small amounts of time, and long hours, it was really beginning to take its toll on me. So when I left work and went home yesterday, I felt like crap. There’s no other word to describe it. Well, there, is, but I’m going to refrain from using it.

Anyway, I felt terrible. Sore throat. Aching joints. Coughing. FREEZING. So I sat around, made coffee (which helped! it’s magical!), and curled up on the couch for a bit. But I didn’t have a temperature, so I went to Bible study. Which was a good thing, because I really enjoyed it and think that God had me there because He had something to say. And I was feeling somewhat better after Bible study when the Mindy and I watched the Office on DVR and chatted. Then, around 10:30 or so, I decide to start trying to get ready for bed.

Wash face. Check.

Pajamas. Check.

Get in bed. Check.

Find something to watch on TV. Check (first a rerun of SVU, then Letterman).

Set sleep timer. Check.

And then it happened. The sleep timer shut the TV off. I tried to snuggle in for some sleep and listened to the rain. But it didn’t work. Lying flat made me cough all the more and Muffin the Wonder Poodle wasn’t into the going to sleep thing at all. So I tossed and turned and hacked and coughed and plumped my pillows and laid this way and that way. And. nothing. helped.

So I got up at midnight and took some medicine that had stuff in it to help you sleep. Which was great. . . until the alarm went off a mere 5 hours later this morning.

I feel slightly better this morning. Let’s hope that feeling continues.