Sick Sucks

Yeah, like that's news to anyone.

I'm just getting over a really nasty cold that had me laid out flat in bed the entire weekend. While the cold itself was awful enough, as anyone who is a mom understands, being sick while your children are home is MUCH MUCH worse than just being sick as a single person. Even when your kids are being wonderfully attentive and "helpful" and trying to make sure you feel better. (which could be because they are sweet loving children who love to take care of their mama, or it could be because when I'm sick I really don't care how much they're on the Playstation.)

Because once you're done with the "feeling like dying would be preferable" part of sick, and you finally have enough energy to wobble down the stairs, clutching the railing so you don't fall over, you are confronted with the most holy-god-awful mess you could ever imagine. Including items that you cannot identify that are dried on to all the surfaces in the kitchen. And what looks like every dish you own (and all their friends) piled up on all available surfaces, precariously balanced in a tower similar to the ones that the children built with blocks when they were toddlers. You know, the ones that fall over and crash when you breathe in their direction. And you can barely stay upright, much less tackle this disastermess, and all you really want to do is fall back into a coma so you don't have to think about it.

Which, of course, is exactly what I had to face when I staggered out of my room on Sunday. All I can say is thankfully the kids were with X and could not make it any worse, for a few hours anyway. I didn't make much progress Sunday because once I got a load of laundry in and some dishes running I was about ready to re-collapse. Monday was not a lot better.

So I anticipate that it will be quite some time before I can get the house looking anywhere remotely close to respectable. I've tackled a considerable amount of the mountain of laundry (it is amazing how, in a weekend in which the kids never bothered to get dressed, they still managed to create a ton of dirty clothing), and I have found most of the countertop in the kitchen, but there is still a loooooooong way to go.

I think this may be part of the reason that women want to kill men who complain while they are sick. Because we would give pretty much anything to be able to be sick, get taken care of, AND still be able to find the house when we got better.

So anyway, that's why I've been quiet for several days. Hopefully the brain will start fully functioning soon, and I'll be finding more creative things to blog about. mk

p.s. Ladybug flew away. We had it for a few days, though, which was amazing. Kira had built it a bigger "apartment" out of an old shoebox, complete with "rooms" made out of cardboard taped to the bottom of the box, and a little construction-paper ladybug friend that she made so her pet (whom she named Scribbles, by the way) wouldn't feel lonely. I was pretty impressed that the ladybug, who was never officially trapped in the box, since the top was open, actually hung out as long as it did. Anyway, we are once again a pet-free home. mk