Sitting in Emergency last night with my feverish son, I wondered if maybe the Universe was trying to tell me that completing NaBloPoMo this year wasn’t a great idea.
I’m still wondering, even though we’re home now.
Author: Veronica Foale
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Still.
I am sucking so badly at NaBlo. Blame this:
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The break in our transmission continues
I slept for four hours this afternoon and I still feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. When my brain is not dripping out of my nose, I’m busy hovering around my very unwell son, who has a double ear infection, with a possible chest infection and is spending all of his time sleeping and refusing food/liquids.
I’m sure I’ll be back Internet, just not right now.
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This is stupid
I just told my children that it was past their bedtime and therefore, my ears had turned off and I could no longer hear them. These are the measures I am forced to take on a Friday night when we all have ‘flu and are utterly miserable.
And in turn, this is what you get for NaBlo.
Whose stupid idea was this?
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Internet, I am dying. Maybe. This headline may contain hyperbole.
Manflu has stricken the household and we’ve all fallen down into a great heap of aching joints and miserableness.
On top of that, my cat is staging her very own #occupy protest.
Be assured that #occupyworkspace is actually nicer than #occupyveronicasneck and #occupythelap, because there is less licking.
There. I said it. My cat likes to lick my nose. I don’t share her joy.
