We came back from Florida a day early for a few reasons, but one of the chief reasons was because I was feeling unwell. I had been at my friend’s house the day before and had a massive allergy attack from her kitties, but before we even went over there, I was beginning to feel sick. The kitties just exacerbated the problem. I’ve had allergies for as long as I can remember. I started swallowing allergy pills when I was 4 years old. I still remember it. Prior to that, my mom dumped the microbeads into applesauce and fed it to me.
That means at least 28 years worth of dealing with allergies. Bad allergies. I’m pretty darned good at telling the difference between an allergy attack and a cold or the flu. I knew this time that it wasn’t allergies and that I was going to be feeling like balls when I woke up the next day.
Sure enough, I felt worse the next morning and the prospect of driving home on day 2 when things get really bad, didn’t appeal to me at all so home we came.
I woke up that next morning and felt like someone had installed a water fountain in my sinuses. I was up all night long with a throat so sore that I was certain I had strep throat. I’ve never had it before, but my throat felt like knives were slitting it open every time I swallowed the never-ending fountain of snot that was streaming down my throat and out my nose.
I am SO beyond thankful that Kyle was still off of work. He took the kids and got me some Sore Throat Tea, throat lozenges, and gave me some much-needed rest.
Yesterday, we were effectively out of food so I dragged myself out of bed, showered, put some mascara on my blonde lashes, and we all went to Walmart to stock up on a few things for the kids. We also needed a cabinet for the bathroom, because after being home for a week and a half Kyle (finally) realized that our clutter problem is made worse by the fact that we have no where to PUT our things. Especially in the bathroom where Madilyn insists on digging through my expensive Origins face cream on a daily basis.
We got home yesterday evening, just before Kyle had to pick the boys up from school. When he got home, he had commissioned himself to put our new bathroom cabinet together and I had resigned myself to the sofa to read. The kids? Let ’em run wild, man! The next thing we knew, it was 6:15PM.
TIME FOR DINNER!
What to do?
I sent Styles to take a shower, and gave Madilyn and Grady their baths (before dinner – totally out of our routine), so that I could think about what to fix for them.
I remembered that we had purchased more Tyson Mini Chicken Sandwiches and that our starving kids could eat some of those with fruit.
Their dinner was done in 5 minutes while Daddy cooked some Paleo Biscuits and Sawmill Gravy for us adult folk.
They were extremely satisfied with their #TysonGoodness quick meal, and I was able to go back to reading pretty quickly, which is super important when you’re reading a psychological thriller. OH, and when you’re sick.
What do you do for dinner when you’re not feeling well?
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