Back Home Again in Indiana
When Boogs started daycare, I had no idea they threw in the death cold for free. It knocked me out for about a month last year, and I’m going on a week and a half this year. It’s that super great type of cold where your head feels like it’s about to explode, your left ear is clogged for the rest of your life and all you want to do is sleep, but because you’re woman sick, you just take some DayQuil and carry on like nothing happened. I never used to get sick which makes it worse than it actually is (I assume). Jesse’s theory on why I get hit so hard now is that when I popped out Boogs, I also popped out feelings, and the feelings are making me weak. He may be on to something. So I guess what I’m saying is, don’t have kids; they destroy you from the inside out. But mostly the inside.
Anyway. Between my mild case of the death and Jesse’s stomach virus thing, I’ve cooked dinner exactly 2 times this week. It hasn’t been the worst. At first he subsisted on cereal while I lived off fried egg sandwiches (Boogs continued his varied diet of Cheez Its, cheese cubes, and applesauce), but last night we took it up a notch and ordered pizza. There were no adverse effects so that, combined with me feeling slightly more human today, made me realize it’s time to get back on the wagon of life.
It’s been a hell of a week shirking responsibilities like cooking dinner, working out, and bathing our child (unrelated but worth noting), but alas, all good things must come to an end. Thus Boogs was bathed last night, tonight I made dinner, and Monday I’ll go to Booty Barre. Look out world – we’re limping at you.