Remember in the days of yore when people said “a pox be on your house.” Remember how in those same days of yore women went out to the field, squatted down and had a baby, stood back up, strapped that baby to their bosom (another big word in the days of yore) and went right back out to working in the fields. Kinda makes you feel bad for whining about your day don’t it?
Anywho, a pox has fallen on our house. We all have these yucky colds. The kind of colds that make your head feel like it weighs 100 pounds and has a bucket over it. The kind of cold that makes you yell at your daughter who insists on wearing her princess shoes all afternoon around the hardwood floors causing her to look at you confused and say, “but I’m just walking like a princess.” Cause you all know I would never yell at an innocent child for walking around in princess shoes ON HARDWOOD FLOORS for hours upon hours if it wasn’t for the cold. Thankfully, the cold can’t stick up for itself and my daughter is asleep.
I realize this post probably doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I also realize that I started this post by saying you shouldn’t complain about your day and then proceeded to complain. I further realize when someone feels as crudy as me, they probably shouldn’t be up until midnight trying to compose coherent posts, but should be in a Nyquil haze and asleep hours ago. But then you, my faithful readers, would miss out on gems like this post. Your welcome.