From Couch Potato To Climbing Everest

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We were so excited about Memorial Day weekend. I mean so, so, so, so excited. We had plans with friends for each glorious day that involved grilling, swimming, pizza, beer, laying out, popsicles, and anything else that you can group into the Americana-perfect-way-to-spend-a-lazy-sunny-day category.

This weekend was also going to be the calm before the storm. My hubby wasn't on call all weekend, and Tuesday would mark the beginning of four weeks of see-ya-honey-while-you-get-up-at-3:00 AM-and-get-home-at-9:00PM.

You get the picture. We were partying hard and living it up this weekend.

That is until I got a scratchy, sore throat and the toddler had green snot coming out of his nose on the exact same day. That night, the toddler cried like a newborn, and we were up with him off and on until 4:10 AM. I know, because at 4:11 AM, I crawled into a warm bath and clutched tightly to my throat like I was suffocating. It wasn't Strep, I knew, but it was a freaking bad sore throat.

And then, at 7:00AM, came the pounding headache, my snotty nose, and extreme exhaustion coupled with the toddler's 102 fever, sore throat, snotty nose, and extreme exhaustion.

And that's how we were all.weekend.long. No hot dogs smothered in mustard. No hanging out with friends. No cannon balls into the pool.

Nope. It was Kung Fu Panda 2, Despicable Me, Fireman Sam, and Robin Hood when the toddler was awake; and it was too many episodes of Bethenny Ever After and Don't Be Tardy For The Wedding when the toddler was asleep. (Don't judge.)

All weekend long, this is what we did: sat on the couch and watched television. Sorry, James Dobson, I just threw your "no more than 30 minutes of television per day" out the dadgum window. We sat and cuddled and were miserable, while my husband studied and ran out at mealtimes to get food for us. Pathetic, I tell you.

But today is better. We aren't feeling rotten; I just have zero energy.

One of my friends texted me today: "How are y'all feeling today?"

My response: "Pooped. No longer too sick, just no energy. I just went grocery shopping and I feel like I just climbed Everest."

Not kidding. Get me a freaking Sherpa because by the time I got to my car, I was just about shaking.

But I have managed to run a few errands for the toddler's birthday party (insert applause). He acted awful. I looked like a zombie, or a poorly-equipped individual plodding many yards behind a Sherpa (I'm sorry, I'm on the Sherpa metaphor again), but we got some stuff accomplished. Oh, and I discovered Dollar Tree. My life is now complete.

I bet your Memorial Day weekend was tons better than mine, huh? Shut up, I don't want to hear about it. ;)