Sick Day...

It's 11:40pm and I am just climbing into bed. Should be allowing myself to pass out right now, but my nose won't cooperate so until it clears a bit I wiil write. I have a bit of a head cold. Not bad, more like the old-fashioned colds we got when we were kids, you know, the kind when you could still function but just had to sniff a lot. Instead of going into work though like usual, and getting everyone else sick, for the first time in a very long time, I took a sick day. Called in sick. Yes, I did. Little uneasy about it at first because even days when I'm not there all day, I am still anxious about what I'm not getting done,. Today though, I gave myself the okay to leave work at work. Housework though, not so much.

Odd how, as the woman of the house, no matter how we are feeling, if we are home, then every single thing that needs to be done, seems to be shouting at us, "Take care of me!" What's worse is, we feel gulity if we don't do as commanded! It's a horrible place to find yourself. If you spend the time cleaning, you don't give yourself the rest you need, and the other way around. No winning. So, this morning, after my kids went off to school and juan to work, I made a deal with the dishes, laundry, broom, and vacuum; I would give some of them attention today but the others would have to wait till tmrw. I was worn down and didn't want this cold to get worse. They grumbled but in the end it was the laundry and me working out our differences.

While the white load was spinning, I lighted the fireplace, got my pillow and blankie, and then let the sound of the mind-numbing daytime tv lull me into a catnap of sleep. I woke to the washing machine telling me it had had enough of my laziness, "Get this laundry out me and into the dryer!". We had that conversation 4 times today in all. Never did get to the dishes. Yes, I have a sink full of dishes. According to every other commerical I heard this morning, there is someone out there willing to represent even my dishes so they can SUE me for renigging on our deal. Btwn those attorneys at law "fighting for you!" and all those diet plans just waiting to help me loose those unwanted pounds (I didn't know I had) but apparantly everyone must, I was having a great morning.

At 3pm my very nice friend, Laurie, dropped my kids home. It felt like they had just left. Where did the time go? Resting would have to wait. Homework, hungry kids, and real life don't care that my head is starting to pound. I ignore the beat in my head and get to it,. At 7pm Niko went to Scouts and I consented for Lauren to watch a movie (that way I could lay down). 9pm the boys get home and it is bed time ( i thought). Both kids suddenly remember they have math that needs to be checked (which really irks me because they assured me they were done hours ago), and now Lauren has a tooth that is hanging by one root. She starts to cry. I think I may cry too.

It is now 11pm. Juan walks past me getting ready for bed and Niko says, "Oh no. I have a math quiz tmrw and I'm not ready for it." Juan looks at me and the expression on my face and says to him, "What do you need to know? Let's do it." Thank goodness because I would NOT have been as helpful. Just then, I heard the last load of laundry buzz at me that it was ready to be folded. I looked over at Juan and the kids going over Roman numerals and thought, "I'm going to bed. Dryer, you can wait till tmrw. If you don't like it, SUE ME!" I climbed into bed, with tissues nearby, and was thinking my nose just may let me sleep afterall... and then I remembered, oh no, I still need to stay up to let the tooth fairy in!