Not Quite What I Had in Mind...

When I begged Mother Nature to get things figured out {read: get it right}, I think she misunderstood my polite request as a temper tantrum.

Because she brought me some fall-like-occurrences...
 
Yup. She sure did.

I went to bed Sunday night feeling pretty good, only to wake up Monday morning feeling...well..

Like this:

and I'm talkin' about the roadkill, not that sweet ride.

The last three days have consisted of me sleeping, fevering, crying, sleeping, coughing, fevering, sleeping, crying, coughing.....lather, rinse, repeat.

(You can gauge how ill I am by my demeanor. Mean as a junk yard dog = sick. Crying=super sick, should have probably gone to the doctor already, sick, sick, sick.)

Tis the season.

A friend told me, this is the gift that comes along with having school children -young school children. Awesome. NOT.

I know the illness has swept through just about all of our households, but it sure feels like you are going to die a miserable death...alone, when you feel as crappy as I have the last few days.