Apparently someone didn't give me the memo that said Momma's aren't allowed to get sick! I have to give kudos to Elvis though for taking care of things in my time of need. Well, he was the one who gave me his cold...
My week has looked something like this --
Monday - *sniffle, cough, sniffle* Ugh, am I getting sick? I probably should just call for pizza delivery just in case.
Tuesday - I'm officially sick, luckily Elvis has the day off and he can drive Diva to and from school today, and since she has her play tonight, we were going out for a post-play dinner anyways.
Wednesday - Elvis back to work, Shrugs will drive Diva to and from school and take her for dinner. Elvis cooked his own dinner with some coughed out directions.
Thursday - Why am I still sick? Enough already! Good thing this is the start of Elvis' normal days off, he can take her to and from school. If he wants food, he knows where the kitchen is. I'm going back to bed - wake me up when it's over!
Elvis went to the grocery store to get a few items we needed for the house. Yes, he knows how to shop. He isn't exactly the frugaltarian I am, but he does fairly well. He made a pepper and onion quiche for brunch. Yes, I said quiche. He made it. It was his idea. Men -do- cook. He even got enough to make one for tomorrows brunch too. Not very creative, but I've been living off cough drops and pastina the last few days, who am I to complain? Dinner is in the crock-pot for when Diva comes home from soccer practice tonight. I would say it smells wonderful, but *sniffle, cough, gag* I can't smell anything. It looks like terryaki pork roast. I will be having my usual garlic heavy pastina tonight.
I am trying to fake myself better - or at least get to a point I can be vertical without looking like I am going to fall over. We're having a birthday dinner for Diva tomorrow night, I can't cancel since the Outlaws arranged it.
