I hate being sick, and I am still sick. I haven't slept in two nights and I am not a very pleasant person to be around right now. I haven't taught school since Monday and the kids are really in need of a routine. I look so horrible with puffy eyes, red nose, and breathing through my mouth, that I can't even look at myself in the mirror. I also have missed my last two hair appointments, and now am scrambling trying to get in before Thanksgiving.
My roots are growing out so much that I look like a cheap, old, two-toned car. You know, one color on top and one on the bottom. YUCK!! Right now, getting in to Tammy and having my hair cut and colored before Thanksgiving is worth any amount of money. I just may have to bribe her with a nice bottle of wine while she does my hair. Just for the record, I have come to realize that I get the BEST haircuts when the stylist is drinking wine. Go figure.
The house is in an even worse state of disarray. Yesterday afternoon, Madi and Thomas were screaming at each other because of the way Thomas was sitting on the couch. I don't know why, but Thomas likes to sit on the couch upside down and watch tv. It reminds me of the old tv show, Mork and Mindy. Mork (Robin Williams) was an alien and he always sat on his head. I know Thomas has never seen a re-run of this show, so I just have to think it is something weird he discovered on his own. Anyhow, the kids are crabby, the house is gross, I look like hell, and we still get the pleasure of putting up the Christmas lights this weekend. That always involves a nasty argument and in some sick, perverse way, I look forward to it.
Oh, and our 18th wedding anniversary is on Nov. 24. Marc and I were supposed to go out on a date this weekend, but not with the way I look right now, and my hideous hair. Maybe he can pick up some Carino's to go and we'll eat it in bed.....................................................as long as the kids are at Jan's house overnight!!