Bus 312 to Comatown, now boarding!

Ever get hit by a bus and not notice? Mike has been telling me all day that I just didn't seem right. Ok, so I had a little headache and was tired. Welcome to motherhood. After I put Gryffin down for a nap I laid down too. I woke up to Mike yelling through the window telling me that Gryffin was in our room jumping on the bed. Sneaky little booger, how can he have the grace of an elephant and be so quiet?! Anyway, I feel like I could just sleep the day away or at least crash on the couch watching totally toddler inappropriate movies- but instead its The Incredibles for the 967th time.
I guess it was Divine Intervention that kept me from going to see Beqi's band, http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=149237244, last night. I was in the car, on my way when all of a sudden the strongest desire for a relaxing bubble bath came over me. That and doubting that I would know anyone else at the show. When Mike was in a band I would walk into bars by myself, sit and watch by myself and feel like everyone was watching me. Not a good feeling in a town of crazies on booze.
I don't know if I'm getting sick or what. I just know that anything other than folding some laundry and changing a diaper or two is out of the question. Good thing Mike is outside going to church, what he calls mowing and working in the yard. He picks up my slack so well. I guess thats fair since I pick up his dirty socks.