Today started over pretty well, it did.  This morning I was in a good mood, tired, very tired, but, I figured I'd nap with Tre at some point or another.

Oh, he napped for awhile, then he started to cough, and cough, and cough.  Poor little guy still has the remnants of a cold and is coughing his baby butt off.  I grabbed his cough medicine, measured the dose out into the dropper, and tried to give it to him.

He freaked out.  Screaming, pushing me away.  Of course, I had the bottle in my mouth with the lid off, as we were on the bed and I didn't want it to spill.

As he flailed up, he hit the bottle, and liquid spurted into my mouth.  A vile, acrid, almost vomitous fluid spread across my tongue.  I spit it out and grabbed my glass of water, downing it one shot.  I can't believe how disgusting it was.  No friggin' wonder he fought it.

Tre was still coughing though, he had to have it.  I held him down, gently, but down and had to put it towards the back of his mouth.  He swallowed it, then cried.

And cried. And cried.  Eventually, I sang him to sleep, rocking him in my arms, telling him it would be okay.

He awoke an hour later, crying again.  This time, Tre didn't stop for hours.  I rocked, I sang to him, changed his butt, played with toys.  Nothing helped, he was just a pitiful little sick guy.

When his Dad and Poppy got home, I handed him off, got a couple of things done, then had to get ready for my meeting.  No time to shower, I washed my face, brushed my hair, and couldn't find the dress I wanted to wear.  I gave up, put a different one on and left.

Now, I'm always running late anymore.  Tonight was no different.  I was driving down the road, going a little bit faster than I normally do on these roads, because speeding on white tail deers' playgrounds isn't smart.

Yeah, you see where this is going, don't you?

As I came around the last curve before the second stop sign, a gigantic deer jumped his ass in front of me.  Let me tell you about my car.  It's a 1994 Ford Taurus.  A good size vehicle, a piece of shit, but a good sized car.  It has already hit a deer before and a ditch before that.  No, I wasn't driving it, when those happened.

The second my brain registered the giant piece of venison flying in front of my car, I slammed on the brakes, steering as hard as I could away from the deer.

The car slid, for a long ways.  Now, this damn car has ABS and should not have slid like that, but the damn thing did.  My car was slowed a lot, when I contacted the deer.  It hit on the front passenger side near the headlight.  

My hood is buckled some, the headlight is pushed back, and has some minor damage.  Everything in the car, and really it was a bunch of shit, decided it wanted to sit a foot ahead of where it was.

The fucking deer took off, like I was a damn mayfly instead of a giant mass of metal.  I checked the damage, said fuck it, and went to my meeting anyway.

It wasn't until I was on my way home from my meeting that I started to hurt.  My back is on fire from the base of my spine to the top of my neck.  And my arms just ache.

I'll be fine, achy for a few days, but I learned to not hurry on these roads.

Eh, tomorrow's another day.
Have a great day, 
Suzy Smith