Sunday I woke up with such itchy eyes they were sore from me rubbing them within minutes. Hubby had recently purchased some Aerius antihistamine, but it did diddly-squat for me, so I cracked into the Benadryl (forgetting that I usually take them at night) and popped two of them as per the recommended dosage for an adult. Fast forward twenty minutes and I felt like someone had slipped me a Rufi. I was so stoned on them I could hardly function. In fact, here is my son trying to comfort me:
Or rather I made a convenient bed for him to lie on. Anyhoo - hubby went out shopping a little later and picked up my old faithful Claritin, which has worked much better and doesn't make me feel like a teenager after a rock concert. Still kinda itchy tho'.
Other than that, nothing really new to report here. Kids are already driving me crazy (only three and a half weeks until all day summer camp commences for the girl, suh-weet!) and I am up to my eyeballs in projects! Really, had you asked me in January, heck June, of 2005 what I thought I would be doing with myself only two short years later, I never would have said I'd be helping a pretty great orthopaedic surgeon with some really worthwhile and valuable projects. It feels so great to have a purpose (outside of raising decent humans, of course - ain't no more worthy cause than that!)
Now I have to go and check the pollen count to see what delights are in store for me tomorrow! Wheee!
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