Polar Vortex... the Aftermath

So, let me honest with you this morning:

I'm not feeling my best.

After the polar vortex situation last week, the weather was on an upswing. Upper and lower 50s for a few days and... well... I stopped wearing a coat. For 2 days. I had a bit of a stressful weekend and then, yesterday while I was at work, I started to get a tickle in my throat. I tried to ignore it, but hen it spread to my back. Then I had the sudden urge to blow my nose. Repeatedly. I almost never sneeze so I'm in the clear for now. Sneezing means Sam is "S" for real and I ain't got the time.

My co-workers and I also ordered Wingstop and I have my favorite garlic parmesan boneless wings and ate about 2 of them before I closed the container and put them away. I didn't have an appetite. Don't just glance over that.

Garlic. Parmesan. Wings. And I didn't eat.

I refuse to say the "S" word because I honestly don't have time for it. I have work and blogging and I thought up a great idea for the marketing of my new book coming out in the spring and I would have gotten up to work it out last night but for the fact that I couldn't move. Then, I woke up this morning to a 7 year old in my bed claiming to be an insomniac, and an 18-year-old in my doorway begging for cough drops because she can't go on without them. They both want to stay home because they aren't feeling well.

They have no problem using the "S" word. They are the kids and I'm the Mommie. They get to swoon and claim illnesses while I get to ignore mine so that I can go to work and make money to buy cough drops, write blogs and sell books.

I have no doubt that they aren't feeling well. But there is a method to my madness. At least today there is:

I'm trying to get my children to understand that the world does not revolve around them, and time can't stop because they want to. People get sick every day but the basic needs of human life need to go on. I still have to provide rent for our apartment, food for their never-full bellies, clothes for school and gas to get there. So yes, I am feeling a bit under the weather. And yes, I would like nothing more than to call my on-call supervisor to let her know I not well enough to come play vampire today, crawl under the covers and doze my way through the day. But I can't. Because I have responsibilities. I am the responsible one. I got this.

So no. I'm not sick.

I just used the "S" word. And, breaking news-I just sneezed. For real. This is not a test. Feeling a lot like Olaf up there. Hopefully I don't blow anything to smithereens though.

Oh damn...

Do you have any cold relief tips or tricks?

Let me know in the comments below.

I need that...


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