I Know You Missed Me

You know, strep throat is not fun. I don't think I've had it before, but now I can say I have. During those days of laying there, I had a lot of random thoughts, so you know what that means.

So, I worked for 6 days teaching music at the Elementary School, until I came down with strep. I actually felt sick enough that I went to the doctor. (The white spots all over my tonsils also prompted me to go.) I figured out when all was said and done, that I made about the same amount of money working all those days that it cost to go to the doctor and get the antibiotic. I am pretty sure I got sick from germs at the school, SO, when all is said and done, I could have sat at home, done nothing, and been in the same place financially. And I would've been able to skip dealing with little monsters, and being so sick I couldn't get up. I think I'm done subbing in the elementary schools.

I hate hate hate going to the doctor. That's why I rarely go. Well, that and I'm rarely sick... anyway, I sat there for 2 hours. I was so sick that I just wanted to lay down, and I really almost got up to tell the receptionist never mind, because I had to go home and lay down, but I was too sick to stand up, so I just waited. Also, someone came in after I had been there about 45 minutes and brought their 3 little kids. They were actually fairly well behaved, but pretty noisy, and they kept coming right over by me, like practically on top of me, and the mom? grandma? didn't care. I felt like saying, "Um... I think I'm highly contagious. You might want to keep them away from me..." But I didn't have enough energy.

If April Showers bring May Flowers, what do April Flurries bring? Just wonderin'...

Tyler is pretty good at emptying and reloading the dishwasher, and Aubrey is pretty good at cooking. There was quite a bit for me to scrub when I finally made it off the couch. I really did appreciate their help though.

We have a bunch of green stuff poking up, but I'm still waiting for the flowers. One of the patches has little yellow buds trying to come out... I'm thinking daffodils, although some people's are already out.

I'm wondering how long I'll have to be in an "ugly stage". My hair could use a cut, but I want to grow it out. I'm thinking I'm going to look shaggy for awhile. The big zit on my chin isn't helping either. At least I'm not sporting the "hasn't showered for 3 days, looks like death" look anymore.

I need some new clothes. Or something.

Aubrey, Tyler, and Cooper have all started baseball practices. They all three had practices last Wednesday... at 4:30, 5:00, and 6:30. Then the coaches say, "Oh, we'll be done between 5:30 and 6:00", and the next one says "We'll be done at 6:00 or 6:30". And the first one isn't done until 6:15, and the second one is done at 6:00. These practices are about 10 minutes apart driving too. I'm really thinking this is going to be fun juggling all the practices and games. It's almost more of a sport for the parents. We should get a trophy.

Cooper is growing out of his clothes, but he's still the little guy on his baseball team. Good thing he has a birthday coming up. Pants... shoes... socks... Do those sound like great gifts for a 7 year old, or what?

It's not a good idea to watch Charly without tissues. It's not a good idea to watch Message in a Bottle without tissues. It's not a good idea to watch Touched By an Angel without tissues. It's not a good idea to watch tv when you're sick. It's all sad stuff, and it makes your head hurt worse.

I'm done. I could go on forever, but then everyone would quit looking at my blog, because they'd be scared that I'd always write long boring posts.

Oh, poop. I just realized I typed this whole thing on the wrong blog. I'll have to go transfer it now.