I'mnotgettingsick, I'mnotgettingsick, I'mnotgettingsick.... oh dragon's teeth!
Bang goes that theory. -_-
Night before last, the heater ran all night, and I had the brilliant idea to accidentally sleep a large portion of the night with my mouth open.
Fast-forward to 7:30 yesterday morning. I woke up with a sore throat. Determined to not let it get me down, I continued to function like normal, despite the fact that all I really wanted to do was ignore my alarm clock and pull the blankets back over my head.
I marched downstairs and promptly brewed myself a mug-full of tea. Most the the day, I was able to act like nothing was out of the ordinary- I was even able to finish my science for the rest of the year! (*throws confetti*)
After dinner though, I started getting really really tired. When Mom read us a story in the living room, I almost fell asleep. After she finished, I went back up to my room. If it hadn't been only 8ish I would have gone to sleep immediately, but it was, so instead, I crawled into bed with a book.
I little while later, little sister Mia, came and asked if she could pray over me. Sweet adorable little girl, I love you so much!
9:30 hit me with full force, so I finished my chapter and pulled the covers up to my chin before turning out the light. Regardless of the fact that I felt like sleeping until next weekend, for the life of me, I couldn't fall asleep.
|Sometimes I have to tell myself not the think before trying to sleep|
After a while of shifting around, I decided to see if sleeping on the couch being stored in my room would help any.
I shoved the pillows into a pile at one end of the couch before grabbing a quilt and wrapped myself up burrito-style. I figured out just how narrow the couch was when I tried to roll over.
Glory be, I was able to fall asleep for three hours, then I woke up and tried to go back to sleep in my bed. Still didn't work, so I sighed and went back to the couch. I was awakened by my alarm at 7:30 this morning. I tried to ignore it, because I was still really tired, but it kept beeping insisting that I get up and turn it off. So I did, that re-wrapped myself back up and slept for another hour.
Mia came back in my room and prayed over me again, then Dad came to tell me that he made me tea, and it was waiting for me downstairs.
Breakfast was leftover pancakes from Sunday.
Mom is also sick. She looks pretty miserable.
Lydia and Ava made cookies this morning.
I'm feeling a bit better.