Ohhh This is Good.

It's day four of my knife-like throat condition, but today I woke up not feeling like complete death so I decided it was time to get out of bed and tackle some things. Like the mound of dishes that were piled in my sink. Like the laundry that was in not one but FOUR piles on the kitchen floor. (The kitchen is where my washer is). Like grading over 150 tests and homework assignments to be passed back on Monday. Yeah, hanging my head in shame...but I was sick, so that's something right? Some sort of excuse?

You see I felt the need to tackle these things because I had sort of a rough night and I needed a fresh start today. At 12:38AM I awoke to the sounds of mice scavenging around in my bathroom cabinet. At first I thought I was dreaming, but no, no they were definitely mice. (I've killed many here. I might be an expert.) So I did what any logical, level-headed Peace Corps Volunteer would do when she is doped on pain medication and can barely swallow because of extreme throat pain. I grabbed my broom, and I hit the bathroom cabinet door over and over to scare them away. I was too scared to open it. When the sound didn't go away (and I was still too scared to touch the cabinet with my bare hands) I simply sat on the cold, hard bathroom floor, exhausted. With my broom in my hands and my throat feeling like it was giving up on me, I had a good cry. Sick of being sick, and sick of these mice making absurd noises in the middle of the night, I just let it out. And you know what? It worked. 5 minutes later the sounds were gone and I went back to sleep. The broom is still on the bathroom floor.

Time to set more glue traps.

Anyways...

So on my list of things to try and accomplish today was putting up and decorating my Christmas tree. Now I'm going to be honest with you, because you're my loyal readers and I owe it to you to tell you the truth....I almost didn't put up my tree this year.

Yes, yes I know-WHAT'S WRONG? Well let me clear things up a bit and give you my reasoning.

  1. I'm not actually going to be here for Christmas this year-I'll be with my Romanian friends and their family celebrating in true Romanian style-pig eating, caroling, drinking and more drinking oh and eating. I can't wait.

2. I was doped up on pain medication when I thought that putting up the tree was too much work.

3. In my doped up, medicated state I thought we were already halfway through December and I had missed prime tree time. (Thanks for clearing that up mom.)

4. I was sick and on pain medication. 'Nuf said.

Luckily that feeling didn't last and today I went for it. It's 4:20PM and I can gladly say that dishes are done, laundry is going strong, and my tree is up and it makes me OH so happy. 

Merry Christmas Ya'll...mice, broomsticks, dishes and all.