A Tale of Woe

For two days I have weakly attempted to hold off the fatigue that comes with flu symptoms. I REFUSE to be sick. I have a teething baby. One sickie per family makes the quota. Each night I have crashed on the couch only within minutes of Scrunch going to bed. This is where my tale begins.

While cuddling and reading stories in the tent before bed, I fell asleep on the floor of the tent. I woke up to the resounding smack across my cheek from Scrunch. We have been working on "soft on mommy's face". It seems though, she may have been coming to my rescue. In the ten minutes that I lay there I was brutally attacked by a spider or other biting insect. Dime sized welts covered my face and arms. Within a few minutes, the allergic response including rash and fever and uncontrollable itching began. Normally one would reach for the bottle of Tylenol and diphenhydramine (generic for Benadryl) but I am in the category of people that don't take OTC medications. Seriously. I am allergic to IBU profen. It was too early/late for me to call my homeopathic friend for a remedy, so I lay on the bed with my arms crossed trying not to scratch and listening to Scrunch's breathing, ALL NIGHT LONG. (At what age do you stop listening for your child's breathing during the night?) This morning, the headache set in. Is it more flu symptoms or lack of sleep?

Scrunch had a restless night as well. She is still asleep as I type this, and hopefully will remain so until I can gather the strength and energy to haul myself off the couch.

Oh, and husband was called in for jury duty. Figures.

Does it sound like I'm complaining? I am. I am very aware that things could be much, much worse. Trust me. All TOO aware. But you've got to remember....I am a pampered, yuppy, housewife. This IS as bad as it gets on a Tuesday.

I see pajamas, Jell-o, Sing-a-long Songs, and knitting in my immediate future. Rough life.