Back From The Dead

“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay,
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue–
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke–
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is—Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

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Remember this hilarious poem “Sick” by the super talented Shel Silverstein?

Well, it pretty much describes what I felt like yesterday.

Although, unlike little Peggy Ann McKay, I DID NOT want to go out and play.

I wanted to SLEEP.

Jay can confirm this….I think I literally slept over 20 hours.

The other 3 hours and change were spent driving Jay to pick up his car at the oil change place, chewing on some Tums, taking an Aleve, giving Holden a bath after he slipped in the dog vomit and landed on his back and watching about 20 minutes of Barbie ~ Mermaid Tale.

That was enough to make me want to go back to sleep.

That was my Saturday, folks.

Today is MUCH better. I think my body was telling me that I needed a rest.

I would say that I got it.

Ready for a FULL week of kindergarten goodness and getting Holden off to his first day of preschool on Thursday!