One Year Older And A Fever Too

Well, I turned 26 this week. (That's 1 in woman years since I officially became a woman last year.) Sadly, the night before my birthday (Monday), my throat started throbbing. Then Jay got sick in the middle of the night and didn't sleep at all. Joe was so nice and stayed up with him because I had school on my birthday. By the time I woke up, my whole body hurt. I walked out in the living room to find both of my boys crashed out on the couch. Joe had a fun day planned for me but we couldn't do any of it because Jay and I were so sick. And to top it all off I couldn't even skip school because I had to take a midterm. By the end of the day, my throat hurt so bad that I ended up taking some "strong pain killers" (a.k.a. leftover Hydrocodone from last year's bout of Strep) and I pretty much passed out on the couch for the rest of the night.

I wouldn't say it was a horrible birthday though. It was just weird. But it did make me appreciate my husband. He was more upset than I was that we couldn't go out for my birthday, which was cute, and he took care of Jay all day for me. And for a few days after that. He also bought me some BEAUTIFUL orange flowers to make me feel better. (Which I was too sick to take a picture of and now they are dead. Sorry.)

So that's it. I'm older, a bit wiser, and still pretty sick. "Happy Birthday to me."

(That last part was intentionally sarcastic. Not because I feel sorry for myself but because it's a joke between Joe and I. We have this extremely unhealthy belief that you are supposed to get whatever you want on your birthday. When that doesn't happen, and it never does, you are allowed to look down and mumble, "Happy Birthday to me." That is the cue for your spouse to give in and get you what you want, like the last slice of cake, the tv program you want to watch, a midnight run to Dairy Queen, etc. If the thing you want is out of your spouse's control, it still serves to make you both laugh. 99% of the time it makes you feel better.)