Stressed Out.

First off, HOORAY PACKERS!!!! The game was a "little" stressful for us, but they hung in there at the end, even with all the injuries to their offensive lineup. *WHEW!*

I had some seriously stressful dreams last night. I was young again (college age) and I hadn't gone in to work for a while, and I heard I had been "fired" because of too many no-shows. And I was completely guilt-ridden over it. Weird. I never missed work when I was in college. I couldn't afford to. ;-)

Thing One is feeling better, but now my two older boys are complaining of sore throats. Strep is going around, so THAT is exactly what I need. It's probably viral, because Thing One is complaining that I didn't let her stay home from school when her throat hurt, so I think they have what she had. But who knows. I am not a physician. I just know when your whole throat hurts from chest to chin, as opposed to just the tonsil area, something is UP. Stress.

And on top of that I have other stressful things going on, that I can't really talk about. No, I'm not pregnant, and no, we're not relocating. We're staying right in Charlotte, thank you very much. ;-) Just...STRESS.

Hubby stayed home from work yesterday with an upset stomach (I suspect it was all the food we pigged out on for the Superbowl!) and he and I were talking yesterday, and I mentioned we'd be "stupid" not to do something, and Thing Four (who is three) immediately piped up: "Are you calling me STUPID???"

I assured him that no, I was just "saying that" to be silly. A few minutes later, I was talking and Thing Four looks up and says "MOM! You're really going to string (Thing Two) up by his toes???"

Good grief. I really need to watch what I say from now on! Three-year old's don't really "get" figures of speech. And I'm kind of the QUEEN of those. So, I have to watch what I say. Which is not easy for me.

STRESS.