Thank the Lord for my husband

You know Hudson was a hot mess last week. Sick, irritable, not sleeping, not eating, not playing. And you know my husband was in Texas doing this

(Repeat picture, I know. I just love it)

Tuesday I woke up and felt terrible. Coughing, sneezing, things were coming out of my throat that should be on the Discovery Health Channel. I ignored it. What else was I to do, I had a 19 month old who needed me.

Tuesday night I slept for about 5 hours. Every time I feel asleep I felt my head was about to combust. I would blow and blow and blow my nose, toss cough drops in my mouth and want to beat my head against a wall.

Wednesday morning I woke up and literally could not breathe. My nose and throat were so messed up. I thought I was dying right there in my unmatching pajamas. I took my temperature

102+! That's it. I was dying.

I called the doctor. Explained to him how I felt. Told him how sick Hudson had been. Told him I was too young to die. Well maybe I skipped that part but I felt like saying it. He immediately called me in a few prescriptions, gave me some advice and told me to rest!

The meds worked for a while but last night I started feeling worse. I could not go 4 seconds without coughing. Jonathan was timing it. It was more or less him looking at me like "please stop doing that." I sound like a man when I speak and Jonathan told me I looked, "so sick." That translate in husband language to, "you look like crap." I tried so hard to sleep last night but getting comfortable was just not in the cards for me.

Luckily my sweet, sweet husband came home from work at lunch today so I can nap and he can take care of Hudson. Hudson really does not need to get sick again and I really need to get better. Especially since NASCAR starts next week so off my husband goes again.

I layed down around 11:45. I wanted to close my eyes for a minute. I woke up at 3! I am already amazed how much better I feel. I have not taken a nap that long since I was 9 months and 1 week pregnant and having the life sucked out of me. It was wonderful. I still feel sick but good sleep is sometimes the best medicine.

In Hudson news.... he sure is turning fashionable these days. And not the kind of fashion I like. I love dressing him and putting him in adorable outfits. I know I can only do it for so long until he starts to develop an opinion. This week his opinions have started with the boots. Yesterday this is what he wore.


A hooded sweatshirt (which I hate), a tshirt, pajama pants, boots and mardi gras beads. He refused anything else. He did not want his jacket zipped and when it started sliding off his shoulders he had a complete meltdown. The clothes war has already started. God help us all.