Ick...
First, I spent last night zonked on the couch, doped up from a sinus infection. I fell asleep around 8 and woke up about two minutes before midnight to see the ball drop through the fog that was my contacts. Fireworks were going off all over our street so getting back to sleep was a little more of a challenge but I accomplished the job.
The boys had fun watching movies and eating a ton of junk food and I guess that makes it all worthwhile.
I woke up to a trashed house and realized that if I was going to have help taking all my Christmas stuff down...Then I had to do it today.
Double Ick.
I figured I'd set the tone for the New Year by jumping on my stairmaster and climbing for 30 minutes. Sadly, five minutes into it...I almost threw up. That machine kicks your butt! It's amazing.
So, I cleaned from 10 to 4 and jumped in the shower to head to Abe and Amy's for dinner.
(Then my husband dropped an informational bomb on me thus ruining my fun friend evening and sending me into perplexing concern. I cannot share above mentioned bomb but can only say that it launched us into an ethical debate on whether it is okay for husband to withhold or even...lie about information for a night so that a wife can enjoy herself until morning? I feel this is fine....)
Triple Ick.
We headed off the Abe's and had an enjoyable evening despite bomb. We even broke out our Loaded Questions game (and boy, has that been a while) and played a round. I found out that my friends think terrible things about me and social games should be banned on sensitive evenings.
Quadruple Ick.
I came home realizing that I needed to do the bills and after looking at our bank account online I swung back into a concerned state which reminded me that I already had things to be concerned about that I had pushed to the back of my mind during dinner and hurtful game!
I don't even know what "Ick" that makes now...
So, I'm going to bed and hoping for the best tomorrow. You really shouldn't judge a year by the first day of it, right? That's seems wrong?
Right?
Sam learning to play Risk.
4 comments:
Ok, it is not nice to get your friend's curiousity up at 2 am. I am at my parents computer because my 6 yr old was crying for me to come here, and sadly, I complied~
Hey look at it this way - tomorrow will only look better after a day like this one!
love the pictures. woda with the tatoos...i can't stand needles...you are much braver than I....
Nah, G-Knee...they weren't real...
(This time!)
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