march madness

1 month of not feeling like myself

(1st wk- flo) (2nd wk- DH & me sick) (3rd wk-DH sick again) (4th week- me sick again)

3 real dinners made

1 bottle advil liquid gels emptied

1 side of my car completely scraped up

3 days of an utterly painful sore throat

3 number of days in a row that I did not shower

2 bottles zicam extreme congestion relief in our noses

7 sick days used by DH

1 can chicken noodle soup

1/2 hour at a time that I could actually breathe through my nose

5 family size tissue boxes disposed of (more or less)

4 pks ramen- oriental & pork

1 bottle generic cough syrup emptied

2 caring kittens ready to cuddle at all times

4 crazy coughing fits that sounded nauseating

5 nights with earplugs to drown out the snoring

1 fantastic job left behind

3 number of days I spent crying or having a meltdown

1 trip to 7-11 after midnight in search of more advil

2 number of kisses shared between us (really.)

1 lumpy, red, itchy and very odd looking rash

1 baby shower unattended

50 million times I wished for spring

16 episodes of law & order watched

1 amazing trip to ikea (details soon!) & in-in-out

1 grandma's life packed away

80 years of artistic ability honored

2 absolutely horrid passes of geriatric gas exposed to

quite a few moments of heartache for what could have been

1 very strong desire for happiness, no matter what

1 super hero disguised as a husband

4 times I wished I could take it all back

(very sternly now) April:

don't you dare act like march.

(i mean it.)