As I dragged myself out of bed this morning, two things struck me: (1) today is registration for the city recreation programs so if I even want just one structured thing to do each week with my child, I'd better dust of the credit card STAT and (2) who the hell poured all this quick dry cement into my sinuses?
Seriously, they are filled with leaky, vile, quick-dry and quick-replace cement. For every ounce that drains, a new ounce appears. It's simply amazing. If buildings where constructed with this stuff, nothing would ever collapse. The walls would be disgusting and possibly contagious, but those suckers would never fall.
What kind of beast has the ability to pour this crap, undetected, into my head while I sleep? Doozers? Ack, they would never be so cruel. Industrious, yes, cruel, no.
As I type this this weak little post of illness, I toggle between Blogger and the recreation registration page to refresh the "Maximum Sessions Reached" message. I know better than to develop a severe neck cramp from pressing redial so I can hear the busy signal on the phone or (god forbid) attempt to go in person to register. I've learned a few things since becoming cruise director on this here Poseidon Adventure: The Voyage of the Bumper. Use on-line registration when trying to get on the shuffle-court of preschool fun.
And the learning never stops, why I just learned another lesson today: stop buying such cheap freakin' tissue because oh my holy heck, sand paper would be kinder to my skin than this sh*t I keep using to wipe my delicate smelling device.
So I must stop this tale of almost drowning in my own body mucous before you get completely grossed out. This is - by far - the worst cold I've had this year, if not the past few years. It's productive and obviously that has scored my overachieving virus a fancy bonus of lingering for too many days.
It struck at a bad time (like there is a good one) but I will persevere. Tomorrow I have a post ready to go that promises less contagious subject matter, prizes (no really - not by me but I'm getting ahead of myself), and of course the "my good news" that I babbled about a few posts ago. Yup, I'm leaving this all cliffhangery like that. Cruel ain't it?
Welcome to my head cold: where cruel is served warm, sticky, with extra nuts.