The day has been horrific for me. I am SICK. My head is stopped up or dripping [take your choice] and my chest is tight and achy. Every time I try to lie down and nap, it’s hard to breathe. I keep hearing this whistling sound, the air creeping into my clogged nose. Sometimes it sounds like a tiny fly buzzing near my nostril. Blowing doesn’t help. Nothing helps. As soon as I think I might drift off, I start coughing.
Earlier in the day, I got tanked up on Mucinex because it usually helps me feel less yucko.
Earlier today I read an article on Yahoo about burying a statue of St. Joseph to get a house to sell. Since I have a condo, I will have to take a big plant over there and bury the statue in the plant’s dirt, facing outward. Seems like a lot of trouble for a superstition. Then again, I need to get the condo sold. It’s this millstone around my neck, now. Anyone who has a spare St. Joseph, please e-mail me and I will send you my address and you can send it to me. I imagine realtors buy from their own bulk discount places…
As soon as Michael got in from school his first words were “I guess I can’t go trick or treating tonight. Looks like rain.” I glanced in the sky, which was simply a bit overcast. “I don’t think so, buddy, we are not supposed to get any rain. I am sure you can go trick or treating.”
He immediately wanted to try on his ninja Halloween costume. He looked sort of like an extra in an early Jackie Chan movie.
After Alesia got home, we did homework, I helped her with a project, and both kids had to complete their chore lists.
Alesia’s project, for health class, was on an anti-drug theme. I told her to include alcohol, since it’s a drug. Somehow we got on the topic of Britney Spears while we were searching Google images. I told her Britney has lost custody of her children because she drinks and probably uses drugs. Alesia’s eyes were very wide when I said that. She looked startled.
Later, during dinner, I told both kids I never, ever want them to drink, not even one beer. Alesia said “What if I’m at a party and somebody offers me a beer?” I retorted “You say NO. You say, please get me a coke, or sprite, or juice. You never, ever drink.” They both wanted to know why. I tried to explain about since they both come from alcoholic mothers, they must never drink, because they are at a higher risk of becoming alcoholics. I don’t think they understood it. I will have to revisit the topic.
Before trick or treating, they went to walk Mrs. Beasley, and when they left I thought no, they should conserve their energy. Then I caught myself and went DUH, they are KIDS. They don’t need to ration out their energy like I do. LOL
Alesia wore her top from her first dance recital, a red number that’s a bit daring. She wanted to wear a very short skirt but I vetoed that. I put a cloak on her because it was a bit nippy. This black polyester cloak was bought by Mother in the early 1970’s and has a hood. It’s quite halloweenie looking.
[I posted photos!!]
Because of daylight savings time, it wasn’t really dark here until almost 7:30. I had to negotiate with the kids and we finally worked it out they could trick or treat from 6:45-7:45. I answered the door and watched Jeopardy and Entertainment Tonight. The only times I veg out in front of the TV are Halloween and when I’m sick, so tonight was a double whammy veg interlude.
We got a fair amount of trick or treaters, but not as many as in past years.
When the kids got back, Michael’s candy bag must’ve weighed 10 lbs. He said people kept giving him extra candy for Alesia, even though she wasn’t trick or treating! Several people asked her who she was, and she said “I’m Dracula’s wife” – which looked plausible, since she had on the cape.
We had homemade vegetable beef soup for dinner. I couldn’t taste it much because my head is so stopped up. I am so hoarse it hurts to talk. I hope I don’t get laryngitis. I am prone to it. I couldn’t get an appointment with Dr. V until tomorrow at 3:30.
I asked Michael just before bed how he felt about trick or treating. "I
ate THREE bowls of soup, and candy. Uuuugh..." he groaned. I put the
wastebasket next to his bed and said "If you get sick, roll over and
aim for the basket." He ate very little candy - his belly was full of
soup, thank God.
I am so miserable. I wish someone would chop my head off..
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