I got home from class tonight and suddenly started to feel off.  I was chilled and unbelievably exhausted.

Exhaustion isn’t an uncommon feeling in my chaotic life, but I really just wanted to skip dinner, baths, and packing lunches for the comfort of my bed.  But, I charged through.

When hubby got home I had him do the whole look at my throat with a flashlight thing.  He saw redness.  I took my temperature and discovered I had a low-grade fever.  So, I abandoned him with the kids and ran to the urgent care before they closed.

After waiting and chatting with Dr. Jersey Shore I got a diagnosis of strep throat and a big fat bottle of antibiotics.

Now I’m home and snuggled in bed.  I’m going to watch trash TV and wallow in my sickness – especially since moms don’t get sick days and I have until they wake up at 6:30 tomorrow morning to feel better.

I wish I had more energy to finish the other blog post I was writing about community panties.  Intrigued, yes?

I guess I’ll work on it tomorrow.

Think I can bribe Hubby to go get me a milkshake?

But I’m pretty sure I have the flu.

I had the flu once in college – right around this time of year.  I had just moved to Georgia and was spending the holidays here because I lacked the money to travel to Ohio to be with family.  I came down with the flu and thought I was going to die.  Hubby was my gentleman friend at the time and was kind enough to skip out on his family’s holiday to drive an hour to take care of me.

He brought me Waffle House and we watched public television on my little 13 inch TV since I was too poor to afford cable.

It was wonderful – with the exception of that whole flu thing.

But, here I am again – 11 years later – and he’s still attempting to take care of me.  He’s in the kitchen right now making soup and he left work early today to help me take care of Jake – who just happened to have an outrageous allergic reaction to something and ended up swollen, covered in welts, and throwing up the medicine prescribed by the doctor all on my official sick day.

Good time, yes?

I only have a limited amount of time on this break from school and I’m refusing to spend it sick!  My sinuses and throat apparently missed that memo.  Bastards.

The bright side to all this (aside from Hubby’s magical nursing skills *wink*) is that I now understand the sheer wonderfulness of Netflix.  It’s a sick person’s gift.

But, if I ever find out who the outbreak monkey that caused all this actually is – that bitch is going down! Especially since it didn’t arrive care of Patrick Dempsey.

I’m sick.

Cry a river, right!?

I have finals this week, my kids have open house this week and start school a week from today, and Blogher is next week!  This is not the time to be sick.

At first I thought my ickiness was just leftover from our party fun Saturday night.  We were out late and a few glasses of wine were consumed.  But by Sunday afternoon I knew I was about to go full battle with the creepy crud.

Thank God I worked my ass off Sunday morning to finish my final paper and presentation.  That was God’s way of saying ‘I’ve got something else in store for you!”

Sadly, that something was not a pedicure and an afternoon of shopping.

Or a golden retriever.

So, here I sit all whiny and miserable.  My beautiful niece came and spent the morning with us and I used any bit of wellness I had left wrangling four children and their cupcake making adventure.  Once she left I crashed for a 3 hour nap.

I woke up feeling fuzzy.

Now I’m impatiently waiting for a pot of ham and bean soup to finish cooking, my husband to get home, and the start of my evening plans that include a warm bath and a couple Unisom.

Thanks for the moment of sympathy.

Don’t forget about me in my time of suffering.

Goodbye forever.

We’ve been pretty lucky up to this point. We’ve sucked down the orange juice, taken our vitamins with fervor, and lathered ourselves in Lysol.

I’m feeling a bit off.