Germy McGermpants

Welcome me back to the land of the living.

As you all saw on Monday, I was sick. What you don't know is that I was also sick yesterday, and still not that great today, but much better than I was the previous two. Yesterday morning, I was doing a little better and got the post up (by the way, go vote -->), it was part of my love for you guys and part of trying to regain a sense of normalcy.

And about two-seconds after I hit the publish button, I fell asleep on the couch, with the computer still on my lap, for two hours. Game over.

But this morning I'm feeling better. Which is good because I'm about out of Kleenex and I'm sure the boys' teachers are wondering why they're wearing mismatched shoes again today.

There are some upsides to being sick. Few, but fabulous:

1.) I can be as snarky as I want and use the "I'm sick" excuse.
I really don't set out to be a B to Disgruntled Husband. But when I'm sick, it all seems to seep out like an oozing wound. "Why did you buy me soup? We have soup at home? Where are my cream horns? You took forever at the store! Why didn't you make me the soup? I want Taco Bell instead." Even on my worst day well, I'll try to rein it in better than that. And, in case you were wondering, that was an exact quote from me last night. I'd like to say "conversation," but as you can see, there was only one person talking. And yes, he did get me Taco Bell.

Just bring me Taco Bell and no one gets hurt.

2.) I've lost 5 pounds in 3 days.
Even with Taco Bell and the Shamrock Shake DH brought home for me last night, I down 3 pounds from yesterday morning, which was 2 pounds down from Monday. I'm going to start calling this The Newborn Diet. Sleep for 20 hours a day in 2 hour increments and eat only high fat food provided to me in bed. More points if it's in bottle-form, like a whole-milk mocha in a Starbucks sippy.

3.) Angelina Jolie lips
With Strep throat and then the sinus infection that started yesterday (same antibiotics, thankfully), I've been doing a lot of mouth-breathing. This morning I woke up with a mouth as dry as Hawkeye's martini and lips so chapped and crusted over, I scared the cat. I'm pretty sure you all know what I'm talking about. Once I rubbed off whatever it is that makes your lips like that, my top lip swelled up like Goldie Hawn's in The First Wives' Club. Hey, I'll take it. A side bonus? That film that develops on your teeth when you breathe out of your mouth while sleeping...once that comes off, your teeth look so white!


However, the downside right now is that even though I'm down five pounds and feeling better, the glands on either side of my throat have not gone down.  I feel like Jabba the Hut from the neck up.  Here's hoping that goes away tomorrow.