Happy Valentine's Day!

I don't think I've ever been much on this holiday, at least not while I've been with Damon. We just don't "do" V-day much. I think the last time we celebrated was V-Day 2003, with a 3-day late dinner to Louise's. It was just after we had started dating.

Flash forward 5 years (HOLY COW 5!!!!), and Damon has gorgeous roses delivered to me at work. (*swoon*) I did a crap job of V-day this year and didn't get the gift I was planning on. But it's okay, I'll get it later.

I am attempting a good dinner tonight. Pepper-cruster Filet Mignon, slow-roasted tomatoes, and roasted potatoes. We'll see how that goes.

And to top all the Valentine's day loving off, my kids all showered me with special gifts, flowers, humONgoid cards, boxes and boxes of chocolate, handmade valentine's, etc.

Nothing like one special day to really convince you how loved you are. I hope all of you have a good Valentine's Day as well! :)

The Count

Months Married: 2
Number of Visits to Hospital/Urgent Care: 2
Number of Fights: 0
Number of Fancy Dinners: 1 (first EVER! =D)


Not too bad. Obviously we haven't been in the best shape, health-wise, but other than the emergency doctor's visits, we're doin' good.

Bron-freaking-chitis.

Wonderful.  The week of parent conferences.  Perfect timing, really.

I've been sick since the Garth Brook's Concert, which was...January 25th.  Nothing major.  Just lots of coughing, stuffy nose, congestion, off and on.  Monday through Thursday, I'm okay, come home Friday a little under-the-weather, rest it off over the weekend and back to the grind Monday.

Only this last Friday I barely drove home before collapsing into a feverish spell on my bed, shaking even though it was like, 80 degrees outside.  Slept all night, stayed in bed all day Saturday, and still Sunday morning I was not better.  Damon forced me to go to Urgent Care on Sunday and thank the Lord he did because who knew I had let my wee little cold develop into ugly head-rearing bronCHITIS.

So yeah, I went to work today because....I dunno, I'm stupid?  I'm feeling better and worse at the same time.  Better because now I have no crazy fevers, no weakness, no dizzy spells.  Worse because I am now pretty sure that I am allergic to the antibiotic they have prescribed and am having....unsettling....digestive problems.  Yes.  Not pleasant.

You know what is pleasant, though?  Hubby.  What a trooper.  He cleaned the entire house for me, waited on me hand and foot, held my hair while I....visited the sink, changed me when I was too tired to move, dried my hair after I washed it, cut my fruit, drove me to the doctor, etc.  He went in early to work so that he could come home and take care of me.  :*)  So sweet.

I really adore him.

How have I been?

I don't remember the last time I went to school that a child did NOT throw up. Wonderful.