From the desk of the sick one

I had grand plans yesterday to blog. I was going to start out with some good things for a Monday and then complain about how my whole family was at home and I was stuck at work, working.

But then, I got sick.

It occurs to me this morning after I slept like the dead through the night (thank you, Unisom) that I may have caught something from Chuck E Cheese on Saturday. All those disease-ridden children and my sub-par immune system. Or maybe it was book club Friday, where the adorable baby of the girl whose house we were at turn up sick by Sunday.

In any event, I am sick, I am whiny, and I want to be in bed watching tv marathons while drifting in and out of sleep. This is not conducive to a happy-yappy blog post. Oops! So here are the “good” bullet points I would have put out there yesterday:

• My stomach is no longer in shambles, as it was all week last week.
•          I’m  technically down for my Monday weigh-in (although only by .2, but I think that’s heading back to the complaint side of things)
•          My wedding ring has been found! It was in the kids’ room, between their bed and the window. I don’t have any idea how it got from my nightstand to there, but I’m just going to be happy it’s been located.
•          I finally dyed my hair, about a month after when it was seriously needed. I really was starting to feel that meme “Your hair’s not ombre, it’s just your roots showing”.

Those of you who take work home, how on earth to you open that laptop or dig into that file later? I take home work constantly (including over this weekend and last night) but I’m nearly incapable of cracking it open. I feel that if I could get over this, I could get more done and would be less stressed at work, but then I would be stressed about work while at home and that’s no good either.

On another, possibly-stress related note, I noticed Monday that I have forgotten to take my anti-depressant/anti-anxiety meds for more than a week. I don’t know when I started forgetting, but I’m pretty much off them completely. I don’t feel bad off them, so I don’t know if I should get back on them (which basically in me causes morning sickness for a solid 10 days before I start feeling better) or if I should wait and see if I don’t need them anymore. I don’t think that I’m having any more anxiety than normal lately, and I was pretty tore up last week over stress, but it was a very stressful week. It’s not really like I was making something out of nothing. I don’t think I’ve been yelling at the kids more than normal or fighting w C more than usual, and other than my current insomnia (which Unisom is helping) I don’t feel any different. I don’t WANT to be on anxiety meds if I don’t need them, but I am absolutely not opposed to being on meds for my entire life if it improves the quality of my relationships with my family.

So. I’m a little up in the air about all that.

Last night since I wasn’t feeling well my diet went a little out the window. I made French Onion soup (it was in the freezer from Trader Joe’s) and grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. Tonight I’m making more soup: sausage, sweet potato and cauliflower. Let’s hope I don’t burn myself this time.