Happy New Year Everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful and safe start to 2016. After a car accident, jacked up neck, torn calf muscle and broken shoulder... my resolution for 2015 is just to stay in 1 piece. I think that's a good one. Trenton had a friend over... I put on my PJ's, fell asleep by 9pm and set my alarm for 11:30 to get up and ring in the new year.
I do have a bucket list goal of taking a New Year's cruise so I am saving up my party days for when that happens.
The last week of 2015 Mark and I were both sitting on the couch after coming home from work and decided about 6pm that neither one of us felt good. We both vitamined ourselves up and headed off to bed. My spell check is telling me "vitamined" is not a word, but I have decided that it is exactly what we did so Webster should pick up on that. If they have stooped so low to add the word "ain't" to the dictionary (my grandmother surely turned over in her grave that day), they could certainly add vitamined.
The next day I headed off to work and Mark didn't make it out of bed. When I came home... he looked near death and had a raging fever. I went to the store and came back with every medicine known to man and did my best to overdose him. I sent a message to Trenton to stay away from his Dad and I locked Mark in the bedroom and prayed for the best. After essentially no sleep because I refused to sleep in there with Mark and risk death for myself ... I headed off to work the next morning. Still not feeling great... but feeling good enough to thank my lucky stars I wasn't Mark. Thanks to all my medicating, he looked a little better the next day, and frankly, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl in my own bed. The problem here was.... I was certain Mark's dying germs had invaded it.
In my mind there was only 1 logical answer to getting me back in my own bed.... Lysol. I snuck in the bedroom and stole my pillow off the bed, doused it with Lysol and put on a new pillow case. That should do the trick. Then as I went to get into the bed... I got a little scared. There must be germs on the sheets and comforter too. So with Mark blissfully sleeping, armed with the flashlight on my cell phone, I proceeded to spray my side of the bed down with Lysol before climbing in.
Now.... I really do not have any recollection of the next events because when I go to sleep... I go to sleep! I do however, seem to have some sort of disorder where I will get up and interact with awake human beings and never actually BE awake. Sometimes I make sense... most of the times I don't. I never recall these said events, but the stories are plentiful and seem to bring enjoyment to those who have witnessed them. These next events surely had to do with bad Karma on Mark's part for all the times he messed with me and completely took advantage of this situation.
The way he tells it, he found himself awake in the middle of the night because he had been sleeping for days. I, somehow unprovoked, sat straight up in bed.... grabbed my can of Lysol and commenced to spraying him down with it. Not a little spray... a continuous one... that left a huge cloud... ended up getting in his mouth and left him coughing and gasping for breath. Then I set the can down as if this was a normal occurrence, laid back down on my pillow and was back fast asleep as if nothing had happened.
NOW..... I find it hard to believe I just sat up and sprayed him for no reason. He must have coughed or sneezed or done something to set me off. AND...Since this said "Lysoling event", Mark is drastically better so really he should just say THANK YOU! ... and I didn't catch his death germs that night so clearly it worked! It says it right there on the can.... "Kills Cold and Flu Viruses"
He still took my Lysol can away from me.
Here's to 2016!