Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Maybe She's Born With It, Maybe It's ProzacBoy did I sound all happy hopped up yesterday or what? Unfortunately that mood did not last long. I started with a sore throat before we even left for the game. It had turned into full blown feverish sweating and want-to-rip-your throat out pain. Throw in a little headache and no ability to breath through my nose and that is how I feel this morning. Bleck.
The game was fun considering how I was feeling. My son showed up clean and fresh smelling and left filthy and soaking wet (thanks to a water fountain) with his shirt inside out and his new white shoes the color of pavement. The babies I had such high hopes for are both learning to walk and therefore wanted nothing to do with me. I did get some nice girl/mommy time in with the coaches wives and it was nice to talk for a few hours with them.
I guess the plan for today is to do as little as possible which is tough with a little one wanting something from you every few minutes. We will get by. He said this morning," I will take care of you all day and forever mommy so you can feel better." Then he spilled a bowl of goldfish crackers in my bed.
• Posted by JuJubee @ 9/07/2004 09:58:00 AM • • •