Woke up feeling fine. My head hurt(s), right behind my ears. Wasn't too worried about it though.
Took Jeff to the dealership to pick up his car after it's oil change and new shoes. I figured while I was out, I would run my errands.
So, I went to the grocery store for Kale and broccoli, and a few other treasures. They had beans on sale, so I picked up Cannellini beans. Now I'm gonna have to go to Pinterest and find some recipes, because I don't know what to do with these damn beans!
Then I went to Shae's school to do some PTO stuff.
Then I went to the feed store to get a mineral block for the horses.
By now, I'm not feeling very good. Head hurts worse, and my stomach is flip floppy.
Go to another store, Alco, for a few school supplies for kidlet. HOW she is out of pencils and pink erasers, I do not know. But I bought her more. Whatever.
NOW I'm feeling quite yucky.
Head home.
Feeling extra generous, so I drive around back to put the mineral block out for the horses. Pick it up, and here it comes. Throw up. I dropped the block quick-like, but it was too late. I threw up all over it! Ugh. Go get the hose, spray off the throw up block, then kick it under the fence. Put hose in the tank for the baby calves while I'm out there.
Kick throw up block onto my foot. Ouch.
Go inside, unload groceries and school supplies. The 900,000,000,000 Box Tops on my dash can just wait!
Unload Carter, luckily he's ready for a little sleep so I put him down.
Unload the groceries, and decide I should ... okay, correction ... Jeff decides I should take some Aleve, eat something, and lay down. He's such a good husband, taking care of me even when he isn't here!! So, I eat 3 prunes and some lunch meat. It sounded good at the time.
Laying on the couch and I'm thinking "I really need to feed the calves. It isn't their fault I feel sick." Guilt trip running over and over in my head. So, I figure while Carter is sleeping I'll get that done. Go out and get them fed, they were much appreciative. Until I threw up in their trough. Shit. Hose doesn't reach the trough, how am I supposed to clean this mess up now?! So, I tip it up on it's side and kick the throw up out of it. This farm livin' is tough!
Head back to the house to lay down. I'm officially over today. Carter slept 6 hours last night (2 nights in a row now!), so his daytime naps are shorter. Luckily he entertains himself with his feet and blowing spit bubbles. So he played and talked while I laid on the couch.
The highlight of my day? I got to wake up to my hubby this morning (that's rare around here), and he bought me a Diet Coke that I forgot about until minutes ago.
If I drank whiskey, I would drink this for Whiskey Wednesday!
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