Ick

I feel like POOP!  I've been SUPER tired for the last few days.  Like, early pregnancy tired.  Fighting to keep my eyes from opening kinda tired.  If Grammy hadn't woken me up on Thursday, I would have slept through Trenton getting out of school and no one would have been there to pick him up! 

Yikes!

I woke up this morning and there it was.  The feeling I knew was coming.  The Ick.  Headache.  Achy muscles.  Chills.  Extreme fatigue.  My eyelids feel like they're filled with sand.  And weird white patches on my throat.

I don't want to do anything.  I'm trying to take care of Carter without touching him.  Which is semi difficult.  I just want to lay down and sleep.  I ate a weight watchers snack cake for lunch because they're super soft and spongy.  An icy slurpee would have been AWESOME, but the effort it would have taken to go get one was on par with climbing Mount Everest barefooted, blindfolded, and without the use of my arms.  Not worth it is another way of putting it.