If you think we’re taking time off just because Mom has a head cold, you don’t know how we work.
I swear, this month has just had me by the tail.
First I had a monster hormonal avalanche. Thankfully, although that didn’t send me into the river Styx of mood swings (I would like to think I am far too logical for that. No, you cannot ask Ben to verify this.), it did give me a false positive for a pregnancy test. Then after that whole mess, my head and chest bailed on me and invited some nefarious bug to AirBnB for a while. And I am running out of Motrin to take care of the headaches/stuffiness/cough/oh yeah, and I’m not pregnant so I have that going too.
So. NOW I’m moody.
Well, I don’t know about moody, exactly, I’m just physically worn out. The headaches, the coughing, the body aches, etc., etc., etc. Definitely crabby.
And I lost my voice, so I have this little Pomeranian whimper of a sound.
This totally fits my personality. Tired. Sore. No voice. Still busy.
I’m cheering myself on with the whole stick and carrot.
But we’re homeschooling, and that ship never stops. And I have a newsletter to finish, and my brain dump in my moleskin yesterday yielded 35 items I am mentally juggling, some of which include taking the presidency of our PTO which naturally yielded a whole list of ideas for that…
So now what, hotshot?
I’ll tell you what: we’re doing it anyway!
I will say that one of the dumbest things I have ever heard in regards to cold-management is “You don’t call in, you crawl in.“
If you are down for the count, and you keep going in to work/school/anywhere…thanks for getting everyone else sick, buddy! We also love to hear you hack up a lung and look like death rolled over. It makes everyone else’s day so much better because you showed up. (Don’t show up)
However, at this point I am at the tail end of all this nonsense and I have just enough energy to be, while not absolutely fabulous, definitely mildly fabulous.
So, that is how I am starting off February.
fiveintheforest 
