Still sick…

Yep.

I’m still sick.

Send help.

(And by help I totally mean the Thunder from Down Under. Nothing says a ”quick recovery” like gyrating Australian hips clad in Speedos.)

Save my family from my ever-growing bad mood and save me from my perpetual and unattractive bedhead.

Two days of this crap leaves me longing for the days of my Dolly Parton hair and Tammy Faye Baker makeup. This infirm-induced au’natural junk is for the birds.

P.S. I must add, I think there is nothing more unnerving to a child’s psyche than when their mother is “out of commission.” My poor kids (and husband) don’t know what to do with themselves.

I crawled out of bed this morning to help Jer get Avery off to school and could sense a quiet discomfort from Jer at being guided through the steps of building a lunch and from Avery at watching her father manhandle the Disney princess sandwich holder. I had to scale Jer back a little as it appeared he was building a lunch worthy of a 200-pound lumberjack and not a 50-pound first grader.

And Jack? That little dude has beat feet into my bedroom no less than 50 times to peel back my eyelids and stare into my groggy, sleep-hampered eyeballs. Therapeutic. Really.

P.P.S. I’m totally serious about the Australians.

Until tomorrow,

Mindy

Marly

Posted January 26, 2010 at 4:16 AM

I say let them muddle their way through these days with an incoherent mom. It will help them appreciate you more when you’re back. Hope you’re better soon.

The Park Wife

Posted January 26, 2010 at 6:22 AM

Oh, I wish you were feeling better. When mommas sick, everything falls apart!
Feel better, The Park Wife

Spot

Posted January 26, 2010 at 6:56 AM

I’d totally agree with Marley, except that never happens! I hate to be discouraging, but the appreciation usually only lasts roughly half the time you were sick.

I hope you feel better soon though! Poor Avery, she’ll probably be half scared to open her lunch now.

♥Spot