Terrible Sickie

I really suck at being sick. I clean. Not just some light dusting or something along those lines. No, I will clean the bathroom, with a tooth brush, and I'll spend extra time cleaning the places in the bathroom that no one ever will see. Like behind the toilet. Go figure. I feel guilty that I can't do what I'm supposed to be doing.

I also don't like soup when I'm sick. Normally I lurve soup. The server we always get at Union Grill knows me as soup girl. I will order just a bowl whatever soup they have that day. When I'm sick though, I can't stand it. And it's not like other food is at all appealing. It also doesn't help that I haven't been able to eat much of anything for the last week.

It really doesn't help that I have too much to do and being sick right now screws up a lot of stuff I'm currently working on. It screw up a lot of stuff for other people too. I did indeed joke about being sick today earlier this week, mainly because I am always sick the day/s after the mini-conference that I help with [read: overly stress-out over] every year. It never changes and I'm partly to blame. I complete the unreasonable last minute requests, instead of sticking to my guns about deadlines. If I had stuck to the deadlines there would have been a severe lack of content. That would not fly with the organizers of this event. So, instead of having no content, I spent pretty much the whole weekend of the only weekend this month that The Boy was home stressing out over this and not sleeping. One of the presenters had the audacity to tell me I looked tired. However, he did admit that he was partly to blame for my lack of sleep. Yes, yes you are. Will it be different next year? No, no it won't.

What really sucks is that not only am I sick and cleaning, I have no one here to make me eat soup. With The Boy gone I have a hard time remembering to eat anyway, but put sick on top of that and blah. I really just want to curl up, but I feel so guilty that there is so much to do still. Now I'm stressing myself out over being stressed.

Thankfully I haven't been sick much this year. Last year I had strep-throat; twice; in the same month; in the summer. My doctor even thinks I might be a "carrier" for strep, but I can't really afford to be tested every week or so when I'm definitely not sick to find out. can.not.win. I had my tonsils out last December, that was fun. But, I haven't been sick.



I'm sure that the main reason I am sick right now is because I have spent pretty much all of September working, schooling, homeworking, cleaning the house for family, and generally not sleeping. It's caught up with me. So, today I'm either in bed or on the sofa with my laptop. I will deal with the world tomorrow perhaps.

Birthday Party

The Kid's birthday party was a hit! You generally can't go wrong with laser tag! I can't believe he's ten, 10, a decade, as he pointed out! The Kid was 2 when The Boy and I started dating. Now he is 10. I'm not ready to deal with this. However, he is one of the neatest people that I know. He has an astoundingly unique point of view on things and is thankfully not afraid to voice them. All the same, I'd like to call a time out please!

I made angel food cup cakes. Never.Again. The Kid is extremely conscious and conscientious of food allergies. He already knew that one guest has a peanut/tree nut allergy and this is the primary reason for making our own cup cakes. You will not find a bakery that will guarantee no nut, ever, has ever touched or looked cross-eyed at the pan used to make whatever.
One of his friends at school is allergic to strawberries and another has a chocolate allergy. So, when asked what kind of cup cakes and icing he wanted the response was, "white, white, oh and white sprinkles too!"

The Boy's genius suggestion was angel food cake. I so love me some angel food cake. I do not love me some baking angel food cake. I bought a box. I thought that would be easy! The box makes 54 cupcakes!!!! I don't need that many friggin' cupcakes, especially because my birthday was the week before and I made cupcakes and muffins for my classes. Instead I split it between cupcakes and a bread pan. Angel food cake does.not.come.out.

Then we iced some of the cup cakes. Some had to be left plain because another guest does not like icing. By guest I am referring to children. Icing angel food cake is one of the hardest things I've done. It falls apart. Plus, it's so friggin' sweet to begin with you don't need icing.



Upon opening his first gift, that was so obviously wrapped he had to know it was a skateboard, he said, "I hope it's a baby brother!"