Well I know it's just a spring haze

When I woke up yesterday I felt rubbish. First day of the holiday and I had a sore throat, a body that ached and just an overall "ugh" feeling. But my niece were supposed to spent the weekend with my parents and I really wanted to spent some time with them. Throughout the day things got better and I had fun. Back home I collapsed though: was shivering from the cold, took an endless shower and went to bed early. Had a dreadful night of sleep, with weird, endless dreams that continued while even awake. And most of all: a body that ached. I woke up extremely early feeling like crap, but I soon started to feel a bit better and managed to spent the entire day with the 2 girls. But it's not nighttime again and my head is pounding, my body aching and I still have soar throat and I just feel miserable.
Why does my holiday have to start off with me getting ill. And why couldn't I get ill during a school week?

Right now I just feel so crappy that I don't know how to lay down in bed, because everything aches so much. Sigh. Apparently, even though I thought I managed to survive the past couple of weeks quite fine, my body decided to tell me it needed this holiday ever so badly and needed some rest as well. Which I don't give it yet, because of the girls, but yeah. Apparently my body tells me the past couple of weeks were actually more intense than I thought.

I hope I'll just have a better night tonight though!

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Mom and dad arrived at around 2 o'clock this afternoon. Was nice. We chatted, I did tarots for all of them and dinner was lovely. The recipe was for 4 people, but there's so much food left I can feed myself for another 3 days.

Sadly...my throat is not getting better. Much talking didn't do me good, but also the food. Feels like my throat is on fire and swallowing is a bitch. Overall feeling is crappy too, but hopefully will be better tomorrow. Cause then I'll go over to mom and dad for another xmas day. Yes, we have 2 days of Christmas in this country.

What made this day most special, was the emotional talk we had. Dad said something about me, he didn't mean any harm with it, but it made me cry. And we had a deep, emotional talk and it helped me so much to understand something about myself so much better. Something I always knew, but this time it just hit home. So, emotional, but good!

And tomorrow I'll see wonderful Rosalie again. <3