I woke up several times last night, with a sore throat I kept dismissing as allergies. Or dryness. Because I am all about denial.
I'm teetering folks, about to take The Flu Plunge.
My Mama brain is doing the math:
We are T-minus 5 days to Easter at my place, and then Zack's birthday followed by Lexi's. Can I recover, just in time? Yes, I sure hope so. But WHAT IF Zack gets it. That boy's been counting down since the day after Christmas for the big day....
Do I a) Lysol every surface, between drool-infused napping? or b) Lick Zack's face, when he walks through the door, and get it over with?
I think this means I've lost my mind, calculating weird sickness math.
Maybe it's the fever...
And please remind me not to sign the kids up for activities with strict attendance rules, while Greg is on the road.
I'm not up for hard core mothering today.