Gnarly Allergies

Allergies are in full swing around North Texas, you guys.  I knew it was coming, but I was hoping against all hope that they would bypass at least one of us.  Sadly, we're 0 for 3.

B having issues isn't a shocker because the boy is a walking ad for "allergic to all things."  He gets allergy shots tomorrow, and hopefully that will fix him up in a heartbeat.

N doesn't have issues too often, but when he does, they are easily remedied with an allergy pill.

And then there's me.  I think everyone in class (and anyone I spoke to on the phone) today thought I had the plague.  I didn't feel bad, and I could breathe pretty well...as long as I remained standing.  My professor would be talking and I'd just randomly stand up for 10 seconds, take a deep breath, then sit back down...and hold it.  Luckily, I wasn't alone.  I think I said "Bless you!" at least 65 times in my two on-campus classes alone.

On the way home, I got a call from B's school.  It was B saying he felt like crap and maybe he should come home.  I told him to tough it out...leave school early, no football practice.  He agreed.  And almost an hour later when I finally got back into Coppell, the school nurse called again and said he was just not feeling well and I should probably come get him.

Y'all, he bounced into the car and asked if we could go get Sprite and if he could have about 18 different snacks.  All  of this in the 90 seconds in took to get from the school parking lot to the alley behind our house.  He hopped on the couch and started a movie.

Sick, my butt.  When I told him to get ready to go get N at 3:10, he started the whole, "I'm siiiiiiick" nonsense.  He was less than pleased with my harsh reply: "Dude, you're not sick.  You're not running a fever.  You're not puking.  You're eating all.the.things.  You have allergies.  But guess what?  We all do...and it sucks, but grab another box of tissues and power through it."

Meanest. Mom. Ever.

His stepmom picked him up a couple of hours later and reported that he was throwing passes and having a blast at football practice.  I'm sure glad he enjoyed his afternoon off.  It will never happen again unless he can show me a respectable fever or puke on command.

I rocked my purple glasses today, and I think I like them.  It definitely gave my poor little eyes a break, although they totally messed with my depth perception.  I've always had two recurring fears when I dream at night: One recurring fear is driving a car that only goes in reverse and not having any breaks or way to slow down.  The other recurring fear is having one leg not work right and tripping over everything.

Second. Fear. Came. True. Today.  It wasn't that it wasn't working, but I'm not used to wearing glasses for anything aside from taking the boys to school in the morning or working on my laptop at home.  My depth perception was totally off (maybe it has something to do with the frames...I don't know).  BUT I felt like I was totally trashed and unable to make my feet work.  I felt super low to the ground, and while this might be true anyway since I'm 5'4 (1/2, thank you very much)" I felt like I was matching up with sideview mirrors on the cars in the parking lot.  It freaked me out.

And then I met a curb.  I knew it was coming.  I saw it in front of me.  And I stepped WAAAAAAAY too high.  It was funny (I will admit), and I managed the stairs inside the building just fine...but outside?  Y'all, I think something is wrong with me.  Or my glasses.  Or me.

At least I don't have to worry about them making an impact on me falling out of my bed.  My pillow walls are in full force tonight.  I swear, I'm going to have a really hard time if I ever decide to be in a serious relationship again where I'm expected to share my personal space.

Aubrey is actually Greek for "Does not share well with others."

It's a fact.

From Snapple. (Snapple Fact #63099)

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