A Day Away

It is another beautiful day out. Peanut Butter caught something yesterday afternoon and coughed almost all night long. I gave her some benadryl around 1:30am hoping it would clear her nose up and it did. She felt the need to sleep in our bed making sure I was hugging her most of the night, while she proceeded to kick me and flail about like a crazy person. I got zero sleep. J was cranky just listening to the coughing. He drives me nuts that way, if any one is coughing or making some sort of noise, he gets pissy. He however doesn't care when he does it. Anyway, today I have been beyond cranky, PB has asked "Mommy?" a bizillion times, which is starting to drive me buggy, her nose is running nonstop, and I just want to get away. Then I made the mistake of stepping on the scale so I could weigh PB to see if she weighs enough for cough medicine. What the heck am I doing at the Y? Where did all that weight come from? I need to get off the sugar train. Monday, I get back to basics.
Why Monday? Why not today? Well, I am going to an all day scrapbooking crop tomorrow, which will be fueled by diet coke and copius amounts of sugary goodness. I am really loooking forward to getting away. I wasn't going to go, but I found a great deal on a hotel, and then some ladies asked if I wanted to stay with them. I was excited to save a little more money, but now I'm wishing I hadn't said anything and wonder if they would be offended if I got my own room. I would like one night of sleep by myself in a bed to myself. I want to channel surf all the informercials in the late night because I can. I won't have to watch MASH or whatever J picks or listen to him sigh over what programs I want to watch. Would it be wrong to just get my own room?