Lets play a game

How many things can you find wrong in this post?

I probably shouldn't be blogging right now considering I have been typing for work for the last 10-1/2 hours. It should have been 8, but since I am such a great employee, when they asked me to help out for a few extra hours, I agreed. Of course, this meant shoving my kids in front of the TV for a total of 14 hours today at least, but so be it.

At least working distracted me from gettting sick. I have been telling everyone it is allergies all day in hopes that it actually might turn out to be. It isn't working. Aside from trying to convince myself I am not sick, I may as well convince my family, because lets face it, sick or not, it is not like I can sit on my ass and rest....so I may as well ignore it and keep on doing things....

As typical, because I am pretending not to be sick, someone has to one up me. Can you guess who?

My lovely husband who gets out of the shower tonight with a and I quote "small scratch in his throat"

He immediatley runs to his stash of antibiotics (He is a firm believer in never finishing a prescription).  In the process of this, we come across our random assortment of vicodine bottles. Foot surgeries, C-sections, idiots cutting their knuckles off, you name the situation, we have it.

There was 1 pill left in each bottle, and 1 was completly empty. Interesting. And not the way we last left the bottles. Fortunatley, because I am organizer of the year, they are all expired by about 1-1/2 years but still.
After staring at them in disbelief, my husband takes his antibiotic....except it wasn't an antibiotic - he took a vicodin instead on accident...

So, here I am sick, while sleeping beauty with a small scratch in his throat is passed out snoring.

To do list for tomorrow: Clean out cupboard.