Now I've got a corn photo in black and white...You know, just to mix it up.I'm trying my hand at sitting up. I haven't been able to master that fine art much today. I went home sick from work at around 9:30. I had a bad stomach, a bad head, and was super dizzy and weak. I've pretty much slept on and off all day. I feel like the worst mom ever. No, really - even worse than normal. At 6:30, I called in an order for pizza for the girls, but then realized we were out of milk. I have no idea how I drove to the store and back, but all I can say is that I'm glad no little kids rode their bikes out into the street in front of me, or I'd be writing this from my cell right now.
After my 2,369th nap, I woke-up around 10 pm, and I was a little less dizzy. I even ate a cookie. Because, no matter how sick to my stomach I get, I can always eat cookies. I'm just tough that way, I guess. I'm finally feeling a little better now, we'll see how I feel tomorrow.
The weird thing about sleeping all day, was that I remembered my very vivid dreams. The first one was really lame. I dreamt that I watched American Idol, so I finally had something to talk about with my co-workers. Then I had these crazy sex dreams. I'll save you the details, but I will say that they were the good kind. Not the icky ones, where you realize you're making-out with your high school P.E teacher and you wake-up shuddering and have to take a shower right away.
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Ugh, that doesn't sound good. Take good care of yourself this weekend and get lots of rest, and get well soon! I want you well so you can blog some more. ;)
Well at least there were good sex dreams: silver linings and all. Hope you're on the mend; feeling ill is boring beyond belief.
Feel better soon!
I was watching "America's Funniest Home Videos" on Sunday, and some guy recorded playing a prank on his son. The kid had a nap, woke up at 8pm believing it was 8 in the morning, and his dad let him believe it, rushed him to get dressed and then on the way there, they stopped to talk to a neighbor and he let him know it was 8 at night. Poor kid. Naps can disorient you, but they can also feel so good.
I really admire your perseverence, bringing us a corn picture and mentioning sex with the PE teacher no matter how sick you feel, feel better
Ooh. That sounds super not fun. I hope you feel better soon. :)
Aren't the sex dreams kinda ... worth it?
I don't know what standard you're measuring by, but from my pov, you're a superb mother. I know they're growing and all, but for one day, how bad could it be to put water on their cereal?
Ugh. Hope you feel better soon.
The worst is when you have the dream about making out with your high school P.E. teacher, and then you wake up and are still making out with your high school P.E. teacher.
Hope you feel better.
It seems the bolg-world has caught something.....there are several of you being sick today.
This was a great post actually..where else could I go for corn, pizza, prison cells, cookies, 2369 naps, and sex dreams?
Get well.
"Not the icky ones, where you realize you're making-out with your high school P.E teacher and you wake-up shuddering and have to take a shower right away.
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Hmmm. Physical education? Well, here's a particularly brutal earworm for you:
"I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like,
Makin' good conversation
I gotta handle you just right,
You know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant,
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothin' left to talk about,
Unless it's horizontally
Let's get physical, physical,
I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk,
Your body talk, let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good,
Tried to keep my hands on the table
It's gettin' hard this holdin' back,
You know what I mean
I'm sure you'll understand my point of view,
We know each other mentally
You gotta know that you're bringin' out
The animal in me
Let's get animal, animal,
I wanna get animal, let's get into animal
Let me hear your body talk,
Your body talk, let me hear your body talk"
No matter how sick I get I can always eat cookies. I like that. Very cute. The little girl still lives inside you :)
When American Idol enters your dreams, you ARE sick.
In a way, sick dreams are the best because they are so senseless. You wake up feeling like shit and longing to get back into the dream, where ever you left off; even if it was in Ryan Seacrest's lap, where you sat while making out with Randy Jackson while Paula Abdoul watched and clapped without cupping her hands.
Sounds lovely - I hope you feel better soon.
I've been sick all week as well. Maybe it is a blog virus going around. Please don't sneeze on the computer screen.
Churlita,
I hope you've recovered by now.
I think I'm the only person in the OR who has never watched "Idol" or any other reality show on tv. Believe me, that leaves me out of the majority of conversations there.
I would love to have a sex dream about my 7th and 8th grade art teacher. I'm afraid I would not want to wake up. ;-)
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Thanks everyone for your well wishes and your totally justified gross-out to the gym teacher sex dream. I'm better now, but I'm going to lame-out on responding to everyone's comments individually, since I have much to do around the house today.
Happy weekend!
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