And I need to function this week as the house is a wreck and I, to be quite honest, haven't planned a damn thing for Izzy's b-day party this weekend. To think I used to think when, as a kid, Charles was laid up on the couch drugged up on Benadryl with a washcloth over his eyes that it couldn't be that bad. How could I know, I never had allergy issues until I got pregnant with Alice.
Boy was I wrong. Now if I could just find a drug that could get rid of my symptoms with out knocking me out at the same time I'd be set. Unfortunately I know a lot of you can relate to me right now!
