So--although I am just slightly more than a little hung-over, and although I woke up this morning to discover I had started my period (a week early--weird), and although I'm going on about 5 hours sleep, I am for some reason feeling good. I. Am. Feeling. Good. Weird--huh?
Could be because I've been having an Emergen-C every morning for the last few days.
Could be because one of my #1 peeps, CT, has moved back to S. Utah from the swamps of Florida and is currently sleeping soundly in Sophie's bed.
Could be because day before yesterday we took the kids at school on a field trip to Zion and I got some serious hike-age in.
Could be because yesterday E did like 7 HOURS of yard work.
Could be season 6, episode 8 (Smashed.) (Alright--Angel gets my heart. Captain Mal gets my mind. But--Spike gets my body. Damn.)
Could be because I found some muscle relaxers in the medicine cabinet this morning and took 2.
Could be because Soph and I just did a killer dance to "Put the Lime in the Coconut."
Could be because a night of dominoes, Uno, and Cuba-Libras always does a body good.
Who knows. Maybe Mercury is now out of retrograde?
Doc report--Mainly he took some blood and listened to me boo hoo. He thinks the symptoms sound a lot like Epstein Barr. I hope not for a couple of reasons. One--I've kind of been known to mock the Epstein Barr--like, OK you have Epstein Barr. Now get off your ass and quit being a baby. Two--well, it would suck. Blood work comes back tomorrow, so I'll go back and see if anything shows up.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Don't tell, but I kind of like playing Barbies.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Trying to keep her damn pants on