Back in Business

Hey, I’m actually blogging over at ShoeIQ today, so could you please check it out? You might learn something about words and shoes. Then again…maybe not…  🙂

Okay. So. This weekend, I managed to gain some strength back.

Friday I slept until 2:30 and then got up and moved as slow as possible through the entire house. I went and got the Sweetie Boy for our weekend together. I swear, I felt like I had been hit by a truck.

I couldn’t bear the thought of cooking, so it was off to McDonald’s which made the boy happy. Then I laid on the couch most of the evening, dozing, while he watched Monsters, Inc. (favorite line: “I think I have a plan here. Using mainly spoons, we dig a tunnel under the city and release it into the wild.”) I woke up when the credits were rolling and it was about 9. I put the baby to bed and then crawled in bed myself.

Saturday morning, the sun woke up and so I struggled out of bed. I quickly discovered that languishing in bed was NOT the way to go. It was best for my head and sinuses if I just got up. Baby boy got up and we had breakfast and then it was off to the grocery store to pick up a few miscellaneous items I needed. I actually had the strenght to go to WalMart. Shocking.

Then that afternoon, I had a boost of energy and so I decided to hang my new blinds in my office. And some curtains. Yeah, that was a mistake. I was exhausted by the time I finished. Exhausted…AND I taught the little boy how to not only say but spell shit. So, yeah, um, that went well. For some reason, I thought by spelling the word, it would escape his notice and, well…it didn’t. He was spelling it out and using it correctly, I might add, in no time.


Since I had the ladder in the office hanging blinds and curtains, I figured I’d go ahead and change out the light bulb that was burned out in the overhead. It’s one of those uber-ugly 1970s light fixtures with the two bulbs. Gaw, I hate it and I can’t wait to replace it. But I digress…so all I had were 100 watt bulbs. I switch it out and I feel like I should be shackled to my desk chair with a pair of handcuffs and answering questions from a sweating, spitting bad cop or something. I must find a 60 watt and STAT.

(Speaking of STAT, did anyone watch Grey’s Anatomy on Thursday? AND OH MY GOD! I could NOT believe the ending. I had to watch it again later just to make sure I really saw what I was seeing! HOLY COW! Anyway…)

I was completely worn out by this time and cranky. And so what did I do? I picked up my credit card, and my son and I went to Best Buy…and I bought a new stove. It will be delivered in March 7. I can’t wait! I’d just had it with this piece of crapola I’d been cooking on. The coils (it’s electric) are not level and I’m tired of having uneven cooking. PLUS the oven is a total POS. I could have bought a top of the line one, but I didn’t. Instead, I picked a medium-of-the-line one and went for the 24 months no interest. I just couldn’t pass it up. It’s all black like my fridge and my dishwasher. And then I will have ALL NEW appliances. YAY!

Of course, they day after I buy it, they effing put the thing on sale. Figures.

Anyway. I still couldn’t bear the thought of cooking, so it was off to Applebee’s (his favorite restaurant).

(And as a sidenote: I put all my impulse spending credit cards in a bowl of water and put them in the freezer. No more spending for me!)

Sunday, it was dinner with the family. I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with them, though. I had to head back home to drop off the baby at his dad’s. However, he did get to play outside with his cousin. I think he needed that so much. It was definitely good for him. He crashed in the car on the way home.

And Sunday I felt almost human again. Still stopped up, still sniffling. But at least I’m not blowing my nose every 2.3 seconds. Which means, of course, since I’m feeling much better I am back at work today. I can’t remember the last time I took a sick day. I’m sure I did at one point or another…

This weekend I’m planning to paint the baby’s room and get his new blinds and curtains up. One more room down… And I’ve decided I absolutely detest the color of my kitchen walls. What was I thinking? Yeah, I hate it. So it’s going to have to be a do over. Just as soon as I decide what color I’m painting the rest of the house, then I can decide on a color for the kitchen. I’m sort of thinking something more mocha-y. Or something.

Okay, totally rambling. Can you tell I’m feeling better? 🙂

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.