But seriously, what else?

Is it not bad enough that I have a house full of sick people? The two teens are sick now, too, and to top if off, so am I! My chest feels like it's on fire and as my loving son pointed out early this morning, "Mom, you sound like you're going to die! Are you OK?"

Thanks, son.

Apparently I did sound bad, because it was enough to wake up dear hubby who offered to take him to school this morning so I would not have to go out so early.

I managed to make the teens some hot tea and load them up on goldenseal, echinacea and orange juice before they headed out for the day. I felt bad for them, at least I can crawl back into my bed and write this blog; they have a whole day of school ahead of them. I have the Drama Queen next to me working on her school (their are definitely advantages to homeschooling this morning!) and the Smart One  is still sound asleep downstairs. I'm starting to wonder if he'll make it up before 10 am anytime this week!

But seriously, I'm didn't start this blog to write about the plague that is making it's way through our house right now. I wanted to write about appliances. Yeah, really.

In the past few months, I've managed to break my son's straightener (ok, please don't go there, we are the Vivas' after all!), break my blow dryer, break same son's blow dryer and then I found my straightener broken on Sunday. We are now down to a little, itty bitty blow dryer thing that doesn't really work that well, but hey, finances are tight, so hair appliances are just going to have to wait.

But then…this morning while taking B-Boo to school, I really thought I was going to hurl before I got back. I think it's the coughing, but it took all I could do to make it home safely. I almost rear-ended the truck in front of me as I was dropping her off due to my coughing episode. I could just imagine trying to explain to the officer,

"Sorry, officer, I really didn't mean to hit the truck, it's just that I couldn't see in front of me because I was coughing so hard." I mean, I think it would have worked given the fact that I look awful and was in my flannel pj's and robe, right?

I did manage to stop right before we collided, so the conversation with the officer was only imagined, not real. That alone should tell you my state of mind this morning.

All this coughing is not doing my bladder issues any good either. I have a bladder that has survived five children and a hysterectomy. I've become an expert at the *cross your legs and squeeze real tight* dance whenever something is funny or if I'm coughing or sneezing. I managed to make it home safely and ran up the stairs, calling out to the Drama Queen to please put some toast in the toaster and I'd be out in a minute.

A few minutes later, I made it back downstairs to find her sitting on the counter by the toaster, proudly making mommy breakfast in hopes that the hurling feeling would go away. The toast popped up; but it was only toasted on one side.

Apparently the toaster is broken. I know this because my Drama Queen patiently explained to me that you have to flip it over and toast the other side because only one side works.

OK then. I'm going back to bed!