I've been sick for the past week. I don't know if it's a cold or allergies, or what, but last week it was off and on, so I decided we were all well enough to go to Utah for the weekend. I was wrong. I got way worse while. Ear ache, sore throat, coughing, lots of nose blowing and congestion. Yeah. Not pretty. We got home Sunday night, and me in all my optimism, thought I would get better. I thought maybe, just maybe, it was that dirty Utah air and pollen. I think I was wrong. It's now Tuesday afternoon, and I'm still feeling pretty cruddy. So cruddy that after my Dear woke up this morning, I went back to bed for about 45 minutes before he had to leave to go donate plasma. I think most of that time was spent in bed coughing and trying to rid my body of all the junk stuck in my throat. Or wherever it is that all that junk (you know what I'm talking about) gets stuck. I'm taking a cough suppressant (no expectorant, though if I were feeling up to the task I might go buy a combination of the two) and cold and allergy medicine. It's not helping much.
But in happier news, Mr. B and I went to the dentist this morning for cleanings, and we were both great. He is only 2.5, so I would hope there weren't any cavities, but still, I'll take it. Miss A and the Dear will have their appointments in July. Miss A had to have hers rescheduled so she could make it to swimming lessons on time. Which is another blessing. I didn't have to take her to swimming lessons, and keep Mr. B entertained while said lessons were going on. HOORAY! And, I think swimming lessons are only Monday-Thursday this year, so that's two less days each session that I don't have to spend at the pool, keeping Mr. B entertained. Double Hooray!
And, when my lazy butt is feeling better, I plan on posting some pictures of the blocks I made for the give-away winner. I really loved how they turned out, and so did she. For now, a teaser: they are blue, green, and display the word "SUMMER". So, someday I will get this butt off the couch, and walk into the kitchen to figure out where Miss A put the camera when I told her to put it away this morning when we finally started unpacking for our trip. Hey, don't judge, I told you I'm sick. Plus, the Dear is working nights this week, so we all know what happens to my motivation then. It all goes out the door with him when he leaves for work, because then I go into survival mode. Dry cereal for dinner, anyone?