TMI

Every time I hear "TMI" I think of my dear grandma on her wedding day. I called to wish her a happy wedding day (I think that's what you're supposed to do when your grandma gets re-married while you're at school...right?) and she told me that she and Ron (her fiance at the time, now her new hubs) were listening to the CD of songs they were going to play at the wedding. She said it was very romantic, "is that TMI?" Haha, yes, Grandma, that is definitely TMI.

But this post's TMI isn't even remotely related to my grandma's wedding.

I've been sick since last Wednesday night. Which means that tonight I will have been officially sick for an entire, miserable week. And it has been a pretty busy week, too. I have had a lot of obligations to fulfill, so being sick hasn't exactly fit into my plans.

Thursday was full of work and fire alarms--which led to be sitting outside with the occasional gust of wind that brought a cold rain. After over an hour of the alarm going off, I decided to crawl into my parents' closet (the quietest place in the apartment with the alarm still blaring) and go to sleep. It was a rather unfortunate night. But thanks to some delicious banana bread, I survived and the alarm finally shut off.

By Friday I was exhausted and feeling icky sicky. But, Lauren (the other receptionist) was on vacation, so I got up and went to work. Thankfully, we closed early for Memorial Day weekend. Unfortunately, I babysat all weekend. I love babysitting. I do. And the kids were relatively good. But chasing after four kids 8 and under is a lot of work, especially when you and the baby are both sick. Rough night. On Saturday I took the kids to Chick-fil-a to eat lunch/burn off energy at the indoor playground and someone asked me, "Are all of those kids yours?" No, I actually didn't start birthing children at age 12. I had to giggle at that one. When the parents got home Saturday, I left to go home and finally let myself curl up on the couch and be sick.

At church on Sunday I was asked to help out in the nursery. Heavenly Father gave me a boost of health to get through those couple of hours, but as soon as I got home I was sick sick sick. So sick, in fact, that I had to miss out on all of the fun Memorial Day festivities with the nephews. Sad :( And Tuesday it was back to work, even though I was coughing up a storm and barely had a voice. And today (Wednesday) is much the same. I'm feeling better, "better" is still pretty cruddy. ANYWAY, I still haven't gotten to my point.

Here's the thing: since I've been sick, I've been drinking a lot of water. Like, a lot a lot. And hot chocolate. But mostly water. I'd say I drink about this much water a day -

And I'm pretty sure my bladder has shrunk to about this size -

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Which has resulted in hourly visits to the bathroom. TMI? Yes. But seriously, it's a little insane. I feel like I'm back in kindergarten.

A day in the life

5:30 AM: It's storming. The lightening flashes and wakes me up. Or maybe it was the booming thunder. I awake just enough to notice that the window is leaking - the window just above my bed. Roll out of bed. Pull bed away from window. Curl back up in bed and go to sleep because it's too early and I'm too tired to worry about the water.

5:45 AM: sister wakes up, "really?! ughh" and jumps out of bed to get towels to put under the window. For a fleeting moment I think, "I probably should have done that when I got up to move the bed" but Liv's a pro and she takes care of everything while I fall back to sleep.

6:45 AM: wake up. It's still pouring rain. Shower? Not likely. Throw her up in a bun.

8:30 AM: work.

12:30 PM: lunch break. Use sister's "most trustworthy" award to get free Raising Canes. Is it dishonest to use someone else's award to get free food? Ah well, she doesn't even like Canes.

1:00 PM: back to work.

5:00 PM: come home (finally).

5:30 PM: mom's still sick. Head to store to pick up ingredients to make dinner. Mom thinks I'm being sweet, but really I just don't want her germs in my food. Okay, okay - and I'm being sweet.

5:45 PM: run into a guy from high school at the store. Get a little confidence booster when he tells me I'm going places because I'm the smartest girl he knows.

6:00 PM: make dinner. Chicken crescent rolls.

6:15 PM: hula hoop.

6:30 PM: eat dinner and watch movie with mom.

8:30 PM: write this blog post.

Tonight was my first "free" night in a while. Busy is good, but it's nice to have no obligations every now and then.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I have a bubble bath calling my name.

SUBMITTED.

I know, I know, I know. I haven't blogged in forever. I've been busy. Seriously. We're talking working-until-5-every-day-and-then-babysitting-multiple-nights-a-week busy. Life's crazy, BUTTTTTTTTTTT today deserves a blog post because (drum roll, please) I finished my mission papers! I met with the Stake President tonight, so I should know where I'll be serving for 18 months in about 2 weeks!!! AHHHHH! I'm so excited :) :) :)

Then, to top the night off, my brother Josh called to say he is planning on flying in from Alaska for a long weekend before I leave! WAHHOOOOO! I didn't think I was going to get to see him for the next 2 years, so this is a huge surprise and a great blessing.

WALKING ON SUNSHINE.