In the wee hours of Tuesday, I developed a sore throat. Ugh. That day I was sitting on "go" waiting to hear from our CPA in Little Rock. Due to our relocation, to put it politely, our taxes were quite an ordeal this year. I'm not usually one to be scrambling on April 14th, but that's how the cookie crumbles. So, sick and exhausted, I drove to Little Rock and back to pick up our tax return. Fussy Isaac was at least asleep in the car for the whole ride. Peace and quiet! When I got home that night (after driving 326 miles) I did my C25K workout. That would be the last I'd see of physical activity for a while.
Look at me - I am Mr. Cute (and fussy).
On the way to Little Rock (a whirlwind trip) I received a call from a local architect wanting some help finishing up a project. With much trepidation I agreed to help. The trepidation came from the fact that I was now full-blown sick with a bad cold, had a very fussy baby who hasn't been giving me a minute's peace, have an exam coming up in now 18 days, and am just plain worn out. He needed it done in two days, and I let him know that I'd have minimal time to put toward it. So be it! We agreed to meet the next morning at his home office (he works from home, just like me).
In the span of five hours, Isaac let me work for about 30 minutes. Frustrating! But then Chasen came home and lucky me got to work a lot that night. Aaah, such is the life of a stay-at-home-architect.
Early Thursday morning, looking like zombies, Chasen and I set out for the pediatrician's office. It was time for Isaac's 2-month check-up and the dreaded immunizations. The good news is that Isaac now weighs 12 pounds 1 ounce (75th percentile) and is 23 2/4" long (90th percentile). The bad news is that he got three shots. Oh well - better than disease!
Thursday afternoon, presumably thanks to the Tylenol they told us to give him after the shots, he slept A LOT. I was able to get a lot of work done. And I still worked Thursday night - sick and exhausted. Not fun! But the project and source are stepping stones to bigger and better things. Fingers crossed.
On Friday we rested as best we could. I didn't do much of anything. It was NICE. At this point Chasen insisted that I take something other than Tylenol (I am Miss Anti-Medicine, unfortunately). So since then I have been "drugged up," yet getting/feeling much better. I have even gotten some sleep!
I hope that tomorrow I can re-enter the world of running, after four days off (which doesn't sound like much, but it feels like an eternity). Peace out!