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I have a case of the Mean Reds.

I've been cooped up in a sick house for two weeks and counting. We've missed five playdates, a music class, and had to cancel two date nights (Even though we had a babysitter lined up each time . . . *sob* . . . a babysitter). I haven't run in a week, thanks to the sinus infection/cold/crud that refuses to go away. I can't remember the last time I left the house to go somewhere fun (indeed, I seem to be spending far too much time at that teeming cesspool of bacteria known as the pediatrician's office). I haven't even been to the bookstore to admire my new book out on the shelves.

The result: I'm now incredibly grouchy. I’m snappy, and prickly, and in such a rotten mood, I’m surprised that flowers don't wilt when I walk by.

Eh, at least there’s a new episode of Lost on tonight. That’s something, right?

Update: When Sam got up from his nap, I gave him a granola bar and read Goodnight, Gorilla to him. Sam was so excited by my rendition of this literary gem, that he spit up the granola bar all over me.

And the sad part? Being barfed upon wasn't even the worst part of my day.

Posted 05 October 2005 at 01:37 PM