Week 32 - More Sickness

Really, body? Is this necessary?

It turns out that there was a reason for me feeling so tired this past week, and why my daughter wasn't sleeping through the night: we were both getting sick!! She got it before I did, causing those up-every-hour-through-the-night sleeps during the week that made it reeeeeally difficult to get up and get to work the next morning. By Thursday, it had started catching up to me and I developed a sore throat. So I drove to work. That sore throat turned into sinus pressure and body aches by Friday - again, I drove to work. By today - Saturday - I've spent the entire day barely able to respond to my demanding, high-energy toddler while looking like this:


No, that's not technically a Snuggie I'm wearing, but I am wrapped in a fleece blanket, and that's close enough. Body chills. Aches everywhere. Sore throat. Eyes half-closed. Sinus pressure. Plugged nose. Whatever it is (and given that my specialty over the past two years has been sinus infections, I have an idea what the culprit might be), it ain't pretty. And it ain't fun.

I'm just hoping that if I lay low for the weekend I'll be well enough to bike to work on Monday. Or, hell, I'll settle for being able to show up for work on Monday! Because if I feel the same way then as I do now, I can't imagine getting through the day at all, let alone biking there in the cold and wind . . .

Week 32 - Day Two: New Sunglasses (aka Big Pimpin')

TIME THERE: 28 min.
TIME BACK: 27 min.
WEATHER: clear, 2C, 9 km/hr wind there; clear, 15C, 17 km/hr wind back.
WHAT I WORE: yoga pants, work shirt, sweatshirt, running gloves (running gloves and work shirt in panniers on the way home)
NOTES:

I be playin'. You be hatin'.

Check out my new $8 sunglasses:


They help protect my eyes from the sun, now that I'm biking into glaring sunlight both to and from work. Beyond protecting my eyes, they also make me look cool. And really, isn't that the most important thing??

And - wait a minute - is that a COW on my sweatshirt?? Oh, my friends, it's not just any cow . . .

IT'S A COW PLAYING GUITAR!!!! OMFG!!!

I just made your day, didn't I? You're welcome.

Week 32 - Day One: Dating

TIME THERE: 27 min.
TIME BACK: 30 min.
WEATHER: partly cloudy, 4C, 13km/hr wind there; partly cloudy, 13C, 13 km/hr wind back.
WHAT I WORE: yoga pants, work shirt (long sleeve cotton/poly blend - what was I thinking??), sweatshirt, running gloves
NOTES:

Dating is time-consuming. It can be really tricky to try to find the time for it, fitting it in around work and biking and parenting. Today, I stayed an extra half-hour at the end of work to try to make up for some lost time with my daughter being sick, then I biked home, picked up my daughter from daycare, and biked her home. I rushed to get supper ready, change my clothes, wash my face, do my makeup, straighten my hair, and feed myself and my daughter in 45 minutes. Then my blessed friend who volunteered to watch my daughter arrived (saving me $30-40 in babysitting - THANK YOU MY DEAR!!!), and off I went to meet up with someone for a first date.

By the time I got to the wine bar, I was already fading. On weekdays, I really just need to stay home in the evenings - get into pajamas right after dinner, spend some time with my daughter, have a tiny bit of down-time after she's asleep, and go to bed early. We ordered drinks and we hung out for a couple hours, sipping wine and chatting. By the last hour, I was yawning and struggling to keep up my end of the conversation. I was just beat.

When I got home, I chatted with my friend for a bit and then she left, and I took a moment to survey the damage. In my rush to get out the door, I hadn't cleaned up after dinner so there were crumbs on the counter and dishes piled in the sink. The dishwasher had to be emptied. The cats needed to be fed and have their litter box cleaned. I needed to make a breakfast and lunch for the next day. I was starving because I hadn't eaten much for dinner. I looked at the clock: it was 10:00 pm, and I had a lot of work to do. Sighing in defeat, I did the bare minimum that I could get away with: took care of the cats, had a small snack, made my lunch for the next day . . . The dishes would just have to wait one more day. I went to bed late and exhausted, wishing my daughter would sleep through the night so I could just get one decent night's sleep.

Note to self: no more mid-week dating!! I'm too damn busy for this!