I’m not quite sure how ready for the weekend I am. This week came and went with the speed and ferocity of a hurricane. At least, my apartment looks like it was hit by a hurricane. The banner I hung in the dining room in honor of Avon’s birthday on Monday is still there, along with remnants of the small celebration we had at home. My kitchen sink is overflowing with dishes and if a hurricane did hit my apartment, it undoubtedly started in my bedroom. Two days ago, when I told Bean that he needed to clean his playroom, he responded with, “Is it messy like your room?” I still haven’t recovered from that sick burn.
Part of the reason I’m having such a hard time keeping up with housework – oh, who am I kidding? I’m having a hard time keeping up with life in general – this week is because my allergies are absolutely horrible this season. I’ve always suffered from seasonal allergies and get better at managing them each year. But then I moved to the south, where the pollen seems on million times stronger than any allergen I’ve ever encountered and went back to square one. I feel downright miserable, even after taking medicine. Everything outside is covered in a bright yellow-green (chartreuse, maybe?) film. I don’t doubt that inside my apartment could be plagued with allergens, but I suspect the biggest one is our chocolate Labrador, Mason. I’m desperate to find relief. If you have any tried and true tips for getting through a horrible allergy season, please share them below!
The good news is, the pollen forecast for Sunday is moderate, which means that I just might enjoy spending time outside. It’s the last weekend of the Charlotte Fair and I am eager to cross it off of my spring bucket list. One thing I’ll get to cross off of the list tonight is food truck Fridays. The series opens in my neighborhood tonight and I’m committed to going, regardless of how runny my nose may be. A bouncy house for Bean and I don’t have to cook? Sounds like a win-win to me!
With plans on Friday and Sunday, I guess I’ll devote Saturday to cleaning my apartment. That is, if I can manage to keep my itchy, watery eyes open long enough!