I woke up this morning and my first thought was not, "I wish to die" but rather, "Huh. I actually feel slightly rested, what with only waking up 5 times in the night instead of the usual 12." So maybe I've turned a corner and will soon rejoin the land of the living.
In a fit of optimism at the thought, I decided to wash my bedding in case I improve enough today to lure GH back into the marriage chamber. (He's been sleeping in the guest room for the last few days, which has probably kept him from catching my cold (cross fingers) and has resulted in better sleep for both of us. But I'm starting to miss having someone right there to mess the covers completely up and sleep with his elbow inches from my eye socket, you know?)
So I pulled all the Snot and Germ Rags Formerly Known as Bedding off my bed to give it a good wash. Which is when I saw my bare pillows and almost threw up. You know how you're supposed to wash your pillows every 6 months otherwise Martha Stewart will judge you and also you will be sleeping with your face on your old yellow sweat rings? I think maybe I forgot to do that last fall. And possibly last spring. I don't even know, but it was gross. So I found some hard-core pillow whitening directions online, and the two worst pillows are in the machine now. We'll see how it goes. And now I am really, really tired.
You know being sick is getting old when you wish you felt better so that you could clean. And I will be happy to have clean white pillows again. Does anybody else have any spring cleaning stuff that they are actually kind of looking forward to?
I take my leave of you, February. I send no compliments to your mother, you deserve no such attention.