Sunday Surprise

So, yesterday began early with hubs taking Rt in the car up to meet his parents at their country club 45 minutes away. Rt was dropped off with Gran Gran to spend the day together while hubs and Fafa played golf. What did I do with an entire day at my house ALONE???? Eat bon bons and watch the boob tube? Well, not exactly. Not even close.

Did I mention I am sick? Well, not sick, sick, but I think what allergies I had turned into a sinus infection, maybe. I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon to find out the truth behind the phlegm. I had been taking Zicam and Airborne for a couple days trying to head off the incoming doom, but I don't think they could stand up to the mighty, mighty snot. I could go on and on in detail of the clouds taking over my head, but I don't want to gross you out with specifics of the color wheel of phlegm.

Anywho, yesterday was "all me, all day". Rt's 2nd birthday party is this Saturday. Basically, that means this house needs to be in some sort of order to be able to house the 30 people who are supposedly coming to the shindig. What lovely piles of junk mail are fine for me and the hubs, don't work well with many house guests some the size of martians. So, everything that isn't a necessity had to put back in it's "original" place, if there ever was one. So, what to do with hours on end alone in my house?

CLEAN, CLEAN, ORGANIZE, TAKE MEDICINE, SPREAD NEW DIRT IN GARDEN, CLEAN, CLEAN, EMPTY OUT TRASH IN CAR, TAKE LARGE BOXES TO DUMP, MAKE BROWNIES, BLOW NOSE, TAKE FOOD TO NEWBORN'S HOUSE, EAT TAMALE PIE, CLEAN, ORGANIZE GARAGE (WHY? WHY NOW?), START TO GET RT'S EASTER BASKET TOGETHER, PULL OUT HIS BDAY PRESENTS, CLEAN SOME MORE.

The one thing I can say I did do for myself yesterday was to get a pedicure on my way home from the dump. I was the only customer and the only one who spoke English. I know for sure they were commenting on how dirty I was. I had been emptying bags of dirt into the garden and got mixed up in the soil debris. Oh well. My legs got a bath. I just hope they didn't notice the dirt under my nails. Eww. Do they realize they need to have magazines that are more current than October '06? Yesterday's news people. Here is your $25. See ya.

What happened next shouldn't have been that surprising. I started to run a fever. While Rt watched his favorite show, I sneaked away to take the hottest shower known to man. I could have been there all night. The rest of the evening, I spent waiting to take my nighttime medicine. If I took it too early, it wouldn't last me the whole night, but if I didn't take it soon enough, the fever could get out of control. So, I took the stuff at 8:30p.m. and went to bed at 9p.m. And I slept ALL NIGHT. PHEWWWW.


All I can gather from this experience is this: Ask hubs if he and the kid can leave the house one Sunday out of every month for a free round of golf, some Gran Gran time, and the strength to take a little more "me" time for yours truly.


e