This weekend was a weird one.
Joe made his chicken fried rice for dinner Friday which was great as always.
I got some sort of domestic bug after work and insisted on doing all the laundry in the house and making breakfast pie for Saturday morning.
Saturday, I finished folding laundry and made tortilla soup for lunch with leftover pulled pork.
Then Sunday morning I woke up and was sure that a bus had run over my head during the night and that I had lived to tell about it.
I stumbled to the kitchen to find some Sudafed, fell back to sleep and then woke up at 1 pm. I have not slept that late in my entire life.
Which also means that the kids ate leftover Papa Johns for breakfast and lunch…oh well. You win some and you lose some.
Thankfully I started feeling better by 10 pm, and of course I woke up feeling great this morning which means I had to go to work.
I really need to be more strategic with my sick days.