The imp was sick, last week (got over it totally around last Saturday). I didn't realize how bad until the call of "Mommy, my butt threw up." And this past week, the pixie caught it, and I caught it. We went down hard. I've lost around another ten pounds. I can tell the pixie's lost a bit of weight, too, and she didn't have it to lose.
She was incredibly cute, the night she started eating again. She looked up at her daddy with big, sad eyes, and asked, "Would you carry me to bed? My body's all wiggly." It only took me a second to realize she meant she felt weak and shaky. That was around Wednesday night.
I will admit to being terribly irritable and short with the kids, this morning. I
woke up with a minor earache, and I'm a little dizzy, still with the
earache, and now with a headache joining in. And, of course, the kids
are contentious and whiny.
This morning, Odysseus has gone off to the volunteer tax prep service that the university set up (for credit for their accounting students. I wasn't sure he'd have the opportunity--we had some sleet last night--but the roads were no more than just wet, this morning. And he's good at driving on snow and ice with the Civic, much less the Subaru. I'm only minimally worried, and more about the other fuckwits on the road causing incidents. He'll be back sometime after five, right around supper time. I've got some plans, but it'll depend on how I feel whether I can get 'em done or not. Gonna do one of my chicken casseroles, if I feel up to it.
The cats have started beating on each other in the evenings. Turns out Odysseus doesn't feed 'em as much as I do, and leaves 'em hungry in the evening. Which makes both kitties--both of which are normally sweet tempered with each other--really, really cranky and aggressive. I'm gonna have to put a flat stop to that.
I'd actually planned on taking the kids up to my mother's, today, but the weather scotched that. I'd planned on helping my sister wash my dog, so that she didn't smell like a riverbank (Scotty dog likes to dig, and sleep in the holes). They've started having her out in the house with them, just puppying about. She likes to sleep between feet and furniture, and neither of the other two dogs in the house have the manners to be permitted the same treatment. My dog's mother (my mother's dog--a puppy mill rescue) isn't really even house trained, though she's getting there.
I picked up papers last Friday, right before the pixie got sick. I haven't managed to get started on 'em yet. I'm gonna bust my ass to get those done today and tomorrow.
I just realized something...I hope I have pants that fit to go teach in on Monday.
No, I have not gotten one word written during this past week. I should be able to change that in short order during my office hours next week.
I also didn't manage to get a pound and a half of sliced mushrooms parted out and frozen. Or any used to make meatless spaghetti sauce for the freezer. And now, my mushrooms, which have been sitting in the back of the fridge for a week, are gonna have to get tossed. Damn it.
Being sick sucks. That has been a full seven weeks I've been mostly out of commission, and the year's only eight and a half weeks old. Definitely praying for things to start looking up...
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