Really? Go away!

So I'm on day three now. Or two and 3/4ths. I pushed myself into going to work yesterday. I don't know why I do that to myself. I have tons of sick time and even though I'm trying to save as much of those days as possible for our hopefully second child, I end up sicker and more tired.

I'm going to the doctor today. I know I have a sinus infection. I ALWAYS have a sinus infection. Some people always get colds or bronchitis or some other such ailment. Mine are these soul crushing, exhaustion inducting sinus infections which leaves me with the face that would scare children. But I'm stubborn as hell. I don't want to go to the doctor's. I want to tame the beast myself. What happens when I do that? I manage to stay sicker longer. As much as I'd like to loosen my grip on Western medicine, after five days of doing it my way, I need to get back to normal.

I have to be better on the weekend to be able to clean my house for John's party next week. I pray he doesn't get sick.

I have to be better to go to work, make money and save that sick time for what will hopefully be the birth of our second child.

I have to be better to take care of my child in the matter he deserves. Thank God for Mater's Tall Tales for making my morning easier and for my parents and Tim for picking up the slack.

I have to be better to try to tackle all the things I'd like to accomplish this year.

In other news, with time between naps, I'm planning great and wonderful things. Not sure how much of them will be accomplished, but I am hopeful.

Number one is a Valentine's Day party for two. I wanted to sign up for story time at the park district, but found the $16 fee for the two of us to be cost prohibited. I have two Valentine's Day books already and just picked the third up on Saturday. I am hemming and hawing about purchasing a few more. I will print out some lovely color sheets that will be colored in between stories. I want to make cup cakes and have red punch. I'm also thinking of Johnny helping me prepare Valentine's for his little friends. If it is a success, I hope to do the same for St. Patrick's Day. I also hope when he connects more closely to other little children, I can include others in a Valentine's Day gathering next year. It helps me sleep at night after buying the books, you see.

Well, I better get on to napping. Praying that whatever my kind doctor sees fit to provide me with for fighting off this will do the trick. After that, it's in God's hands.