Sick Tidbits
I ate a chocolate chip ice cream cookie sandwich last night for dinner. It was the only thing that sounded good with my immensely aching body and super sore throat.
After the fact I figured I probably should have had a green smoothie instead. So, I made up for it by making one for breakfast.

C’mon nutrients – do your thing! Make me feel normal again. Purty puh-lease!
I hoard the best bites of my food from Makenzie. I think she is catching on because she waited until this was all that was left before asking for a bite of my oatmeal yesterday. You know…back before I felt like walking death.
I find tracked in dirt after just cleaning the floors one of life’s biggest annoyances. More than traffic, multiplying dishes, and people chatting on phones at the gym. Yes, I clearly worry about the important things. Most importantly, I faced that annoyance yesterday and not today when heads would likely have rolled. I never said I’m a nice sick.
I need a date night with my husband. It’s been since before B was born. I miss dates.
Our last date night with me in all my 9 months pregnant glory.
I also miss a full night’s sleep. Especially when sick. And I must admit that one of the reasons I look forward to FitBloggin’ is a couple of nights of uninterrupted sleep. Oh, wait. I will still have to wake up to pump. Darn.

I rarely cuss out loud, but admittedly have a potty mouth running at times in my head. Therefore, you now know I did not really say “darn” when writing the above statement about sleep.
I am counting down the days until Saturday. Why? I get to make these to bring to my friends’ pot luck dinner.
Photo courtesy of Jess from How Sweet It Is
Dear Lord,
Please help me feel better before then so I can happily consume those three layers of heaven. Amen.
I couldn’t tell whether to praise or curse (in my head, of course) Damn You Autocorrect. It provided a worthy distraction for my pain…but it still hurt to laugh. And darn it all I just laughed at the irony that the site is called '”Damn You Autocorrect”.
I used to not believe in naps, but then I needed one yesterday. That should have been my first sign I was sick. Now, I anticipate my chance to nap today. I would almost trade my chance to eat numerous cookies and cream bars for a nap. Almost.
- Do you ever curse?
- What kind of “sick” are you? Angry? Moany? Needy? Denial-y?




