It’s been quite a week. Along with our fiscal life falling apart, I’ve been working non-stop and all work and no play makes Amber a dull, dull girl.
Or one who looks like Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
And talks in third person.
My reward for myself was to go mountain biking on Friday morning (it was a record-setting 68 degrees).
Thursday was the kids’ final day of swim lessons. Predictably, Fish Hadley moved up to the next level (Marlins) and Bode flunked Minnows. Again.
He says it’s totally unreasonable for him to get his face wet.
Haddie’s lesson is at 3:30 p.m. and Bode’s is at 6 p.m. That’s quite the gap so most days we’d rush home, eat dinner and go back for Bode’s lesson. But since it was the last day of class, I told the kiddos we could pack a picnic lunch and play at the pool for a couple of hours.
If you know how much I hate the pool/water, you would know what a sacrifice this was.
But here’s the deal: I started to feel sick and light-headed which I assumed was from the chlorine and muggy air. It could have also been attributed to the fact someone pooped in the splash pool and the kids had to sit out for an hour. What are the odds this would happen the one day we decide to play?
Don’t answer that.
When I woke up Friday, I was full-blown sick with one of the worst sore throats I’ve ever had. I spent the day (you know–the one I was supposed to frolic and play) holed up in bed popping painkillers and spitting because it was too painful to swallow.
You’re welcome for that visual.
Jamie is convinced it’s Strep. I’m convinced it’s death.
Either way, no one wins.
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