Another Saturday shot

Sharky couldn't wake me up early, couldn't get Bear or Petunia up, so he and Bug went to the Lacrosse game by themselves. I really wanted to go but someone had to stay home with the two kids. Crap.

I still feel sick. I heard him calling me this morning, telling me that coffee was ready, but I heard him while dreaming and thought it was part of the dream. (In the dream, I kept getting up when he called and finding the coffee pot empty, then storming angrily back to bed.) By the time I realized I wasn't dreaming, my first cup of coffee was pretty much cold. Ugh. Drank it anyway.

Going to have to go lay down again, maybe catch up on some sleep. The Sudafed is helping me breathe, but it makes me so sleepy.