One of those days

My very first thought this morning when I got out of bed was about how good it was going to feel to get in bed early tonight.

When that is your waking thought......you really have to wonder about the quality of the impending day.

Work wasn't bad - busy, but not bad.

I have had a headache and have been cold all day. One of the caseworkers said I was getting the flu. I kicked her in the shin. Okay, I really didn't but I told her to take it back.

My back hurts. My nose isn't really stuffy, but it isn't runny either. The left side of my head feels like it's pulsating. And not in a good way. I'm borderline nauseated my head hurts so bad.

So why am I writing a blog post? Because I have spent the last two nights working on Abby's Valentine's Day box and I'm waiting on the last two pieces to dry so I can glue them on. Remember last year when I spent two nights making Sam a SpongeBob that showed just how pitiful my life really was? Yeah, well, this year it's a TV made out of a square styrofoam cooler. It's a completely old school TV, sporting rabbit ears with aluminum foil on the ends and real knobs. Abby thinks it's "sooooo retro." Yep, still pitiful, but I totally ranked cool mom points for letting her do it.

Oh, have I mentioned that I utterly loathe Valentine's Day? I think that's why I'm sick. I hate it that much. When I politely, coyly reminded my husband that my most un-favoritest day of the year was approaching and he'd better not make it worse, he looked up from the book he was reading and said, "Wife, you got your present Saturday. I got you a van. That's totally better than a box of chocolates."

My gosh, I love him so much it's given me a headache.