I wish you could see me. Shooting kleenexes from the free-throw line of my bed. I haven't moved all day except for a long hot bath this morning hoping with everything in me that the steam would open up my lungs and I could finally BREATHE again. It helped a little. And let me just say that bronchites has got to be the worst sickness in the world!! I've got the remote (which I'm not using), my "Eclipse" book, my blackberry, the telephone, my inhaler (which I'm still trying to figure out exactly how to use...), a box of kleenex and my credit card (more on that in a minute) beside me in bed. They all comfort me. I'm sipping cranberry grape juice.
I've been rather weepy today, too. I cried this morning because I felt so bad. I cried when Wayne announced he was going back to the camp. I cried when I saw Belle, Cinderella, and Ariel in a short video on the Walt Disney website. Which is the reason for the credit card beside me. When Wayne headed to the camp, he suggested I get online and begin mapping out Alise's birthday trip next Spring to Disney World. "It will cheer you up," he said. He was wrong. He's a man. I'm still bitter.
Baby Girl went back to school today. Wayne was kind enough to play "mom" for the morning while I stayed tucked away under the warm covers. He asked me at lunch time how I thought she was doing. I said that I'm sure she was fine...she was with her friends...and she had a free dress day today.
I've decided that I am going to try my best to go back to work tomorrow. My reward will be a babysitter and the "Twilight" movie tomorrow night. I couldn't conscientiously not go to work and then go to the movie. Knowing my luck, I would get busted.
I'm off to pick up Alise at school. I'm thinking that strawberry ice cream sounds good for supper!