The cold I've been fighting off for the last two months decided to make me it's bitch this afternoon. So tired. So snotty. Why don't these kids simply take care of themselves when Mama is sick? And why does my freelancing husband have to have the MOST work he's had in months while I'm wishing for nothing but the sweet release of sleep? I still have a crap load of stuff to do, so let us pretend I'm well and maybe my body will listen. Not likely? Shut your pie hole, you pessimistic toaster head. I'm living the fantasy, dammit! LIVING THE DREAM!
Hmm. Apparently, I'm also a wee bit delusional.
Anyone want to FedEx me some soup?