I realized this morning that I haven't left the house since Friday. One of my biggest pet-peeves is when people go out in public while sick and leave their germs everywhere. I try not to be that person, plus I just haven't felt up to going anywhere. I've been so congested that I splurged last night and took a full dose of cold medicine before bed. I usually take a half dose, because when it comes to medicine, I'm a glorified lightweight. Also, this cold medicine I've been taking? It's the same medicine my parents gave to me as a child. So yes, half a dose of a children's medicine will give me a hangover the next morning. Last night around 8:30 I took a full dose and was out like a light before 10. It's currently 1:04 pm and I feel like I just drank a bottle of NyQuil. That'll teach me to do that again.
Today has been especially hard because I've been slightly drunk on Children's Dimetapp, and Gracie has started showing signs that she's getting my cold (help us Lord Jesus). She hasn't wanted to leave my lap unless it's to stand at the coffee table and look for pens and car keys to throw. I also woke up in a vaguely bad mood, but I couldn't figure out why until last night's dream suddenly hit me while Gracie was ripping her hair out of a ponytail for the 30th time this morning. There's this girl I sort of knew from my high school days. We went to different schools and knew each other, but not well and not someone I would consider a friend. I dreamed she bought my childhood house and made me come see how she renovated it. She painted over my blue bedroom walls and completely gutted most of the house. I was furious with her. I was yelling at her for destroying my home when James woke me up when he left for work--both likely responsible for my mood.
Gracie has been refusing her morning naps all week. I've spent the week trying to keep her entertained for as long as possible so I can put her down as close to her normal afternoon naptime as I can, because the later the nap, the shorter that terrible stretch between naptime and bedtime. This was also the logic I used when I would take my lunch break at 2:00. If I let her fall asleep at 11, I can kiss my precious afternoon quiet time goodbye, and I cannot do that. The timing of naps is an art I am still trying to master. However, we've only been making it to around noon until she has an exhaustion-induced meltdown. She's not the only one.
Other ways I've been trying to pass the time until this evil virus leaves my body:
+ Rewatching my favorite routines on Dancing With the Stars. I'm not even ashamed about how much I love that show.
+ Binge-reading Miranda Hart's book.
+ Scrolling through statuses and comment wars on Facebook about Target's new bathroom policy.
+ Making a huge pot of spaghetti while Gracie destroyed the kitchen with a spatula and a banana.
+ Going through my to-read list on Goodreads over and over, trying to find the exact right books to request from the library, and then once I see I'm on a longish waitlist, I request even more books, and they will inevitably all be ready on the exact same day and suddenly I'll have three weeks to read ten books. It happens every time and I will never learn my lesson.
+ Watching The Little Rascals (thanks, Netflix!) and then spending the rest of the afternoon googling the entire cast and stalking their social media accounts. Did you know they had a 20th anniversary photoshoot in 2014 and recreated a bunch of old pictures? It made me happier than I care to admit.
+ Thinking about getting rid of Twitter once and for all.
+ Facetiming with my mom for three hours.
+ Taking pictures of Gracie crying to send to James so he knows what he's missing and how hard I'm working while I'm sick.
+ Killing MORE WASPS IN MY HOUSE. And then texting James to pick up the book on the table with the mixing bowl on top when he gets home, because there's a wasp under the book somewhere and I don't know if it's dead or alive because slamming the book on it(and putting a mixing bowl on top for added security) is the extent of my bravery.
+ Tracking the weather in hopes a stray storm pops up because I'm in desperate need of excitement.
And just like that, the babe is already up from her nap. That's not the kind of excitement I had in mind.