I'm really working on plowing through this cold, but I'm all outta gas, man. Kaputzzzz. It's been fumes for two days. Is it over yet? I'm a giant blob of a thing, with three senses lurching around on two heavy trunks & diminished intuition. Lyla scooped on my funk this morning..she's sharp as a tack and wanted a mini cupcake with pink frosting for breakfast so, while I was shlepping around looking for dayquil to wash down with my coffee she artfully spun healthy tones around fruity words, slathered it with a Please & hoped for victory, "Mama, Please may I have a strawberry muffin for breakfast?" I paused for a moment to question where we picked up strawberry muffins... Yeah, No. Better luck next time, kid.
I was looking forward to a day of lounging, had day dreamed about a post Easter tea party with all the bunnies we could find in the house, but motion was slow, the grocery store took forever, laundry, bunny thank yous & making some order of the egg & artificial grass shrapnel left our backs up against dinner, bath and now...now what? Bed. The day is a blurr & certainly not because I moved at a tempo that could be compared to momentum. Even without alcohol I fell victim to a Holiday hangover with a splash of head cold.
Update: The husband just glanced over at me & suggested I find a place to lay down because I'm looking run down. Ha-Ha Ah...yeah, that's what I've been drag'n ass about for 2 days pull'n smiles from the reserve tanks. Thanks for the acknowledgement...Honey.
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