No, I’m still alive, but believe me, in the last week, I have, on more than one occasion, contemplated the sweet relief that is lying six feet under.
I Am Not Dead
Not really, but kinda.
It’s sad really, that the one time I get to lay up in bed for days, watching back to back chick movies and episodes of Big Love, snoozing here and there, as the mood strikes, I can’t even enjoy it.
It was a good three days of miserable, fever, can’t breathe, coughing, aching, stuffy head, please someone knock me unconscious, followed by several (ongoing) days of feeling sore, tired, and still bluh.
“Bluh” is a word that Ryder has given us. It is the opposite of “ahhhhhh,”
“How’s your dinner Ryder?”
“Did you have a good time in Sunday school, Ryder?”
“How does Mama look, Ryder?”
“Want some chocolate milk?”
“How does Mama look while holding the chocolate milk?”
I’m still waiting to feel “aaahhhhh”.
“Ahhhhh” can’t get here fast enough.
I do have some fun stuff to share with you though, so come back tomorrow, and I promise to be, if not “ahhh” at least a little less, “bluh.” Deal?