I’m not sure how to describe this weekend other than it being full of bad luck.  I had a killer headache on Friday, and by the end of the school day I was absolutely miserable.  Of course that would be the night that we were hosting Aunt Theresa’s birthday party at our house.  I tried (although not very well, I know) to be a good host, but was dragging pretty badly by the time the party ended and the kids were in bed.  I was in bed not long after them, but even then I had a difficult time falling asleep because my head was pounding so.  I really hoped that I would feel better in the morning.

Unfortunately, I felt worse.  In fact, I kind of felt like I had been run over by a Mac truck.  I rolled over to Dave and said, “I don’t think I can get out of bed.”  And I didn’t, until almost 3:00 that afternoon. I literally slept for like 17 hours.  And I had so looked forward to that day for many reasons.  I had a million things I wanted to get done, we had gotten our new dining room light fixture delivered  and I just knew that Dave would get it installed so we’d finally have light in the dining room, and we were getting our new appliances delivered that morning, too.  Instead, none of my chores got done at all, one of the globes on our new light was broken, and even tough our range was awesome, the dishwasher was defective. Dave couldn’t even push the top rack in, and when he did finally get it in, it wouldn’t stay in.  He had to refuse delivery of it.  So as I lay in bed pretty much comatose, the bad luck day went on.  Every once in a while Dave would check in on me…just to find me still sleeping or pretty much incoherent.  I finally did get up and shower, but by that time it was almost getting dark.  I stayed up for a while, and even ate some pizza, but I still didn’t feel very well.

In retrospect, eating pizza as your only meal when you’re not feeling very well is not a good idea.  You may want to write that little tip down, because I was up twice in the night swearing at myself for doing just that.  Needless to say, I wasn’t feeling much better when Sunday morning hit.  Again, I was still in bed well past the morning and into the afternoon.  I finally got up mid afternoon today and I did feel a bit better, but still not great.  Thankfully Dave was going to his sister’s to help her take her Christmas tree down.  He decided that he and the kids would just order Chinese there, which gave me a couple of hours of quiet.  Even though I had barely seen the kids all weekend I was kind of happy to have the time alone.  Now they’re in bed, and I’m just about to head there, myself.  I’m sooooo hoping that I feel better tomorrow morning, because I’m pretty sick of feeling sick.  And to be honest, I can’t afford to have another lost day.  One weekend is enough.