Uggghhh. I’m sick. Not the kind of sick where I want to snuggle into my bedcovers and watch soap operas or evenreruns of “The Nanny” or “Little House on the Prairie”. The kind of sick where I want to snuggle into my bedcovers and sleep until it’s 2012. Are you hearing me? No reruns? Not even any soap operas? In my world, that’s sick.
My hubby just got home from a week-long elk hunt last night. THANK GOD. I was seriously contemplating assigning some sort of temporary guardianship for my kids so I could get over this stupid cold in peace. He got home right in time. He walked in the door, I said “Buh bye” and retreated into my cave-like bedroom, hunkered down into my bed and…proceeded to listen to every single thing that was going on out in the living room.
Do you remember the good ol’ days of being sick? Man, a cold could buy you all kinds of attention and a one-way ticket to LazyLand. If you weren’t quite sick enough to stay home from school you could eek out a lot of sympathy from friends and a pass from some teachers.But, if you were lucky enough to be so sick you stayed home from school, well, you hit paydirt. My parents both worked so I had the entire day at my disposal. I could stay in my jammies all day, sleep, watch movies, sleep, read a trashy novel and no one was home to bother me! And better yet, I was always granted a temporary reprieve from chores. Those were the days.
Well, being sick now, that’s an entirely different picture. You can rarely detach and just be sick. This morning, for instance. I had to still get out of bed and get Avery ready for school. I knew that it would actually be more beneficial to my recovery (and Jeremy’s overall health) if I helpedout. Laying there knowing Jer was attemping to orchestrate a ponytail of some sort was more painful to me than forcing myself to get out of bed and move my limbs. And it’s a good thing Iintervened.Apparently Jeremywas under the impression that youcould hide a botched uppony job with abarrage of various barrettes. Not good.Crisis averted.Andthen once Avery wasout the door for the bus, there was still the other one to contend with.
I spent the morning laying in bed with a pillow over my head, he spent the morning repeatedly knocking on my door.
“Go away, Jack.”
“Mommy, you door is wocked.”
“I know, Jack. Mommy’s sick.”
“You sick? Is it your tummy? I fink you have gas.”
“It’s not gas, Jack. Can you go away so mommy can sleep?”
“It’s not my bedtime, yet.”
“Not you, Jack. Me. Mommy needs to sleep.”
“I not going to sleep.It’s not my bedtime, yet!”
“Jack, where’s your dad?”
“Go find him.”
“Iwant to come in! You have gas?”
I am slowly feeling a little bit better and am sure when I wake up tomorrow morning this cough/cold will be but a memory. God, I hope. Unless it’s the swine flu. In which case I could very well be in the hospital. Alone. With no kids. Just me and room service. Hmmm.
Love to all, Mindy