No, its not actually hubby's birthday... that is on Wednesday. But my sister agreed to watch the kids over night... so it might as well be his birthday.
I had planned the day to go somewhat differently. Mostly I didn't plan to feel like I was on my death bed. This turned out to mess with my day quite a lot. First, I was scheduled to work from 8a-8:30p. I made it to about 12:30 when I realized that I was totally miserable. Thankfully the floor was slow enough that I could take off early, very early. When I got home I told Jon that he had "seven hours to cure me". I had chills, diaphoresis, more chills, my head was literally pulsing with pressure and pain. My eyes watered so much that I could not see.
So I took drugs, over the counter drugs. Lots of them.
And, by around 8, I felt ok.
We met JZ and Jon's mom for dinner. A story for another day.
Then we spent the night a local hotel, not the nicest place I have ever slept, but, it was a bed away from my children for a night.
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