Curriculum Night (Open House)

Tonight was 'Curriculum Night' at Super Girl's school. From 6:30 pm to 8 pm. Have I mentioned that I'm still sick? I'm sure I have, if not I'm sure my lovely cough and constant nose blowing would be a dead give away. I've reached the peak of my illness I believe. I'm to the point that the non-drowsiness super strength medicine no longer makes me feel peppy and energetic, just not quite so sleepy and allows me to breath freely through both nostrils for several minutes before having to blow my nose to have unobstructed air-flow again. I know... to much sharing. Sorry, my judgement is impared by Nightquil. I've been running a low fever also. This makes me feel intermitantly cold and hot. Curently I'm hot. I'm sweaty and I feel as though someone is holding a blow torch on my face and back. I feel like that after any physical exerstion as well. Life is great. Anyway, as I was saying tonight was open house at Super Girl's school and I was determined to go. When K got home about 6 pm I was laying on the sofa trying to convince the Little People to be very quiet and still and that they wanted to nap with mom - my attempts were in vain. While the Little People put shoes on I went to the bathroom to paint my face a shade that didn't resemble a ghoul in my attempt to not look like an extra from "Night Of The Living Dead" (love that movie). I'm guessing I accomplished my goal as no one ran screaming from the room when we arrived.

We commence learing of the Curriculum as promised by the title of the event. I'm not really sure what I learned other than they no longer give out letter grades and that for the normal adult the tiny little kindergarten chairs become uncomfortable and nearly debilitating after 20 or so minutes of sitting in one. I couldn't really focus on the presentation after a few moments, I was mostly concentrating on trying not to cough all over the other parents around me so as to not frighten the other people in the room into thinking (rightfully so) that I was just a walking bio-hazzard.

After the open house it was off to Chick Fil'a for dinner. I had the chicken noodle soup which apparently is only to be served at mouth scalding temperatures of near molton lava. By the time that everyone had finished their food my soup was finaly cool enough to eat. By that time I had lost interest in the soup and was pineing for my bottle of green elixer of relief and blissful sleep (Nightquil). I snapped the lid on the soup and we headed home.

Currently the Little People are off to bed, K is on the sofa playing with the gerbil (no that's not a lead in to a gay joke) and I'm wondering if it is safe to take a double shot of Nightquil while waiting for that delightfull sleepy feeling to take over ensureing that whether or not my nasal passages are completly obstructed with mucus I will be blissfully unaware and will sleep like the dead.

Oh yeah, K is a comedian some days. Tonight on the way home after asking me how I felt and getting the reply of "sick" he said "You need to get some rest." Heh. I think he was serious. Ya know I'd call in if I had a back up mom to come take my place. ;o)