I went into work this morning and then had the brilliant idea that working out would make me feel better. It didn't.
The Son was supposed to go to karate this afternoon but we were still napping so we didn't make it. I ate breakfast and then had no appetite at all, I did just eat a bowl of oatmeal and at least that tasted good. Me having no appetite, that's how I know I'm sick.
I've just come on the computer to see what all my favorite blog ladies are up to and I've read a lot but I just don't have the energy to comment. I will next time, I promise. If I don't start feeling better soon, I might do one (or more) of the following:
1- cough up a lung.
2- strangle a puppy.
3- be mean to a four-year-old who doesn't deserve it.
4- fall asleep again.
Tomorrow is another day, I have a meeting at work that I must attend but that's at 3. I hope to feel better. Until then, feel sorry for me.