House of Pain
Sunday, January 31st, 2010Actually it is more accurately the house of snot. Ryan, my mom, and I are all sick this weekend (which really sucks because we can’t really take care of each other). I should have seen this coming Friday night. I woke up in the middle of the night to Ryan’s snoring rattling the headboard. He always snores, but it is never to the point of waking me up. No amount of poking or pushing could make him stop, so I relocated to the couch.
While attempting to sleep I had the weirdest dream. I have to preface this with letting you know that my dreams have been out of control over the past few weeks. I have has some truly traumatizing dreams. Supposedly these dreams are caused by being pregnant. So Friday night here’s how my dream went:
I was sitting at my computer checking the Ellen Degeneres show site, and they had just opened the reservations for seat in the month of May. Why is this important you ask. Ellen does an awesome Mother’s Day show every year for pregnant moms, and she gives away thousands of dollars worth of baby swag. Ever since I found out I would pregnant on Mother’s Day I have dreamed of going to her show. Anyhoo, back to my dream. They had released the block of tickets and I could fill out the reservation form, but I was so excited that I was having a hard time typing. I lovingly looked over at Ryan and asked him to help me fill out the form.
He looked at the computer screen and said, “Yeah. I’m not doing that.” That’s when I slapped him (remember in my dream, no spousal abuse claims to the PD please). He got this look of shock on his face and said, “I cannot believe you just hit me.” My response was, “I didn’t hit you nearly as hard as I wanted to. If I had hit you that hard, you would not be sitting up straight.” I know that I’m such a sweet wife. It was the impending sickness that made me have those dreams…..right?
Then I woke up to a dog’s paw ramming in my neck. The next day we decided to go check out the BuyBuyBaby in Addison. It’s a lot bigger than the Plano store, but they didn’t really have more of a variety. Ryan’s nose really started to run and he looked like death in the store. We went home, and then my nose started to run. We tried running errands once more thinking that it was just our allergies.
Then the fever hit, and we were done for. It’s been nonstop snot over here for the past 36 hours. Granny was so sweet that she did a grocery run for us because the Walgreen’s by our house of out of tylenol cold. Pepsi makes everything better.
Ryan and I are both planning on going to work tomorrow, but we’ll see if we still feel the same way in the morning. I can only imagine down the road when the whole house being sick involves a kiddo too. I’m going to enjoy my wallowing while I still can.


















