Narf.

For the past few days, I’ve been feeling crappy. A migraine has been bouncing around in my head, downgrading itself to a mere headache, then slamming back into my brain as a migraine once again. Add in some sinus congestion that, also, comes and goes, and some serious cramping in my girlie-parts and, well, I am not feeling particularly pretty. I’m hoping this is purely hormonal and not some sort of plague.

Earlier today I did a grocery run and picked up some assorted toys at the local pet supply store for the wild hooligans. For most of the afternoon, Daisy and Zooey romped around gnawing and tugging and chewing – silently – and then they both toddled off to their crates for an extended nap. I looked up and they were gone!

During one of the lulls in my whining and hurting, I also managed to vacuum up the bigger-than-the-dogs-themselves tumbleweeds of dog hair that were making their way around the house. Just getting that done was enough to make me feel like the house was dipped in bleach. It felt a trillion times cleaner than it had 10 minutes prior. Let’s all avert our eyes from the rest of the mess and stare down at our non-hair-covered feet, ok?

Now I’m waiting – as patiently as possible – for my beloved husband to return home. Fridays are his “early” day and that means he’ll be home shortly after 8pm. Huzzah!

I am determined to enjoy this weekend even if I have to get a caffeine IV hooked into my vein to keep me upright.