I've come to the conclusion that Tater Tot threw one heck of a party Saturday night, because I was feeling the hangover on Sunday.
I don't think I've had a day that bad since we came home from Disney. Between the migraine and the nausea I spent most of the day curled up in a ball in tears. The only thing I can take for the headaches is Tylenol, and that doesn't help when it won't stay down.
I only had 3 things I wanted to accomplish this weekend. I wanted to finish cutting the grass (I got most of the back yard cut Friday). I had been waiting all week to go see the new X Men movie on Saturday afternoon. And I was very excited about going to a baby shower in Polaski for a cousin on Sunday.
Wanna guess how much of that I managed? Zero. Zip. None of it. Blech.