WTF?!

I was going through some photos, and was slapped in the face by this -

The top I’m wearing in both of these photos was purchased just before the first photo was taken. That photo is from the night of Stud’s first Homecoming in 2008. The photo of me & Tiffany is almost exactly 2 years to the date after. Did I swallow another person?! I can NOT believe how much weight I’ve gained in the past two years. Wow, this just may be the wakeup call I need to finally get serious about this. Holy crap….this side by side comparison is like a punch right to my oversized gut. :(

Is it possible to actually be THIS tired?

After the late night Sunday, and my very 'shweepy" Monday, I have yet to catch up on my much needed beauty sleep. After that lame post, for some reason, I couldn't fall asleep, despite being completely exhausted. I finally turned my TV off somewhere between 1:30-2:00, so I did manage to get a couple of hours of sleep. But now, after last night's festivities, I am completely wiped out. I stayed at the bar until about 2:30, got home around 3, and slept for about 3 hours before I was up and in the shower. Now, keep in mind, we were noshing all night long on all the yummies I put out for the wine tasting (a huge wheel of brie, with 4 different kinds of crackers, grapes and strawberries, pita chips, bruschetta, sea salt toasts, a homemade cheeseball that one of our guests brought [in a martini glass, no less!] and cheesecake bites [raspberry white chocolate chip, turtle and plain, which was awesome with a strawberry on top!] I had also picked up a huge veggie tray w/dip and a 3-pack of different flavored Alouette, but we didn't put them out because we realized we went a bit overboard. Plus some of the guests came to the bar straight from dinner!). We were still eating at 2 am! Needless to say, I went to bed with a tummy ache, and woke up with a TUMMY ACHE! I almost made myself throw up while brushing my teeth. I actually thought it might make me feel better, but I couldn't make myself do it.

My stomach was so bad, I didn't even stop for my morning coffee, since I thought it might make me feel worse. Well, by not having my usually caffeine boost in the morning, I was really dragging. I didn't even get a Diet Coke at lunch because my stomach was still icky. By the time school ended, I was ready to crash. Too bad, though, cuz I had to rush straight home to pick up Buster, since it was Wednesday and all, and rush to the vet's. While we were there, I realized Buster started his spring shed (apparently today!) and was making my black pants look like a throw rug! He gets so weird at the vet, and insists on rubbing up against me, much like a cat. I thought I was going to kill him! It would have been bad enough that he was covering me with hair, but I knew I had to rush home from the vet to drop him off and get my behind over to my son's school for Parents' Club. Ugh! I was mortified! There wasn't time to even run in and change, I just put Buster in the yard, yelled for my son to let him in, and took off, hairy black pants and all!

Well, I'm just getting home, it's nearly 9, and I haven't eaten all day. I think I'm just too tired. I think I'm gonna just go to bed! I'm feeling a little guilty, though, because I had told my brother I would come to the bar after Parents' Club to do some work. I need to go program the new registers that arrived yesterday. I ended up calling him when I came out of the meeting and told him I'd come straight from school tomorrow. I just hope it doesn't turn into another late night....

Even if you're tired, it's a joy being with children. You have to give all the time, but you can't complain. It has its rewards. ---Tom Berenger

The other shoe has dropped....

I knew in the back of my mind, I wasn't going to be able to keep this bug at bay much longer. I'm a little surprised that it took this long to hit, but it makes perfect sense, since we have a long weekend. I seem to inevitably get sick every time we have a long weekend. It started this morning, but then really kicked in around 2:00 this afternoon. Thank goodness we were celebrating Dr. Seuss' birthday, because we watched a Dr. Seuss movie for the last part of the afternoon. By the time I got to my son's school, all hell had broken loose. I could tell by the waves of light-headedness that I had a fever. Sure enough, when I got home and took my temperature, it was 100. Doesn't sound like much, I know, but my normal body temp is below 98.6 (one more reason I'm convinced I have a nearly-nonexistant metabolism) so for me, that's high. I literally can tell when my temp hits 99, which obviously is only .4 of a degree higher than "normal."

At any rate, I came home and went straight to my bed. As luck would have it, my son's father was waiting for us at my house to pick him up, which worked out phenomenally because Buster decided to shit and piss from one end of my kitchen to the other. My ex-husband cleaned the whole mess, right down to mopping the floor when he finished, all while I was lying down.

I managed to snooze for a while, but just a little bit ago, I had such a violent sneeze attack, the sneezes felt like they started down at my toes and took my lungs out with them. And, exactly like my darling friend, smileygirl, a managed to wet my pants. Oh, yes, I sure did! It's great that I've reached that late stage in my life where I can share these little things, isn't it? Anyway, since I had to obviously change my clothes, I was forced to get up and move around and I thought I would check in real quick.

I had intended to write a bit about our celebration today at school, but these few paragraphs have exhausted me, so I'm going to hobble back to bed. Let's just hope I don't wet it!! Maybe I'll use our day off Monday to actually write about my babies...

Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. ---Buddha