Nyquil, you failed me. I needed some runny nose, stuffy head achy free sleep. and you failed to provide all that you promise. I'm hitting the warm brandy next.

It is butt late. I can't sleep. It started yesterday afternoon, I felt myself slipping down the hill to sickyville. By 2:30PM it was full blown chills, clogged head pipes and not wanting to MOVE off the couch.

I had a dinner to prepare. I made the salad. Started the potatoes and made sure everything was where Hubby could find it. I made him come home early to pick up Roo at Preschool. I couldn't make it off the couch to get my son... how sad is that?

I got just enough rest to fake it through dinner.

It was Thomas' birthday and I wasn't cancelling. Dinner was eaten by ALL I repeat ALL children. Plates clean. Unbelievable.

Then we waited for this:

Every year the fire department comes around to collect food for the food shelf. The kids get so excited, well, Roo hid in the garage until it was over and then watched this video 5 times until we cut him off. He said it was too loud. We came in and had dessert. Apple Crisp made by the apple orchard. It looked tasty. All I wanted to do was take my NyQuil and go to bed.

And yet here I am:

Yep, that's me, nose stripped out, snot rag over the shoulder, grabbed the wrong darn robe stumbling around at 1AM ME. I figure I better post about the dinner...I forgot my fuzzy socks so I have these on instead...

Dinner went well. The cat was let out of the bag a few days ago, so Sherri knew. Mother said she had no reaction, which for Sherri that means we're in the eye people. Thomas told me she made an off-handed "joke" the other day saying "So what Rob and Sara are your new best friends?" I also found out she wanted Thomas to go to a family event on my Biodad's side with her, to which he politely declined. I don't GET it. She won't allow him to included in ANYTHING that she has not given permission for...

It was good seening the kiddos. They are well mannered kids around their dad. Well, Preston was a bit loud, but when your used to screaming all the time to get your way... What was sad was the strain I saw between Tee and Mother. Mother was been living and mostly parenting the 3 kiddos for the last few months, while Sherri basically says nothing and sits downstairs until her place is ready to move into. Mother likes structure, Sherri has none, poor Tee is caught in the middle.

We are looking ahead to Christmas...

I need to go to sleep, I'm hoping benedryl will be nicer to me then Nyquil was!