It could be viral, I guess.
Or it could be a secondary thing caused by a long, miserable allergy season here in our lovely state AND my stomping around in the attic and moving storage tubs around while switching all of the girls clothes from Summer to Winter, yesterday. (wheeze)
I'm not thrilled about it.
It's not like I don't have anything to do, forheavenssake.
However, hot tea, a box of tissues, Advil, a blanket, my pillow, my chapstick, and countless episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress" have improved my outlook, somewhat.
That and the fact that the Coach insisted I couldn't do the grocery shopping with a low-grade fever. And he went for me. With four of the kids.
Did I mention he's a saint? As if you didn't know that, already.
So now that we have cereal and milk for breakfast, sandwich fixins for school lunches, and some soup for dinner? Life can go on.
Even though my head still hurts.
Better go. "Take Home Chef" is deciding what to make for dinner.