As I may have mentioned before, I don't get sick very often. As I get older, I seem to get sicker more often. Now I'm averaging one sickness per year. It's usually a cold.
I am sick right now. I believe it to be a cold. My throat is all raw and scratchy. I'm all stuffy and I occasionally cough. It's doesn't sound too bad written down like this, but it is. I'm actually taking medication. Over-the-counter medication, but I never take medicine so it's kind of a big deal.
Of course, the day I start getting sick, Lorelei's nose starts running. Now she's coughing as well. Jocelyn just started coughing. Even Kaylee managed to say, she wasn't sick but she is sneezing a little. Great.
This is not fair on so many levels. It's not fair because it's me and I don't like it. It's not fair because I have to take care of the kids while I'm sick instead of calling out and staying in bed all day (like some people I know) (I mean the husband) (cause seriously, I don't get paid and I don't get sick days) (What the hell?)
It also isn't fair because even in I was able to stay in bed all day oozing snot onto my pillow, I wouldn't. Crap needs to get done. People need to eat. Laundry needs washing. Errands need running. Dishwashers need filling (and why is it that I'm the only one who does these things?) (I think I may be the only person in my house certified to operate a dishwasher) (I should slap that right on the old resume)
I have an issue with not doing things. I can't not do stuff. It needs to be done and if not me, who? If not now, when? The answer is no one and never. So I do it. And I hate the world for it.
I'll take care of the poor sick babies. I'll keep the house running and in proper order. No one will go without. Except for me. (because I am apparently a masochist) (And that's how I roll)
*cough* Dude, seriously. Phlegm on the keyboard. Awesome.
I need a wife.
I am sick right now. I believe it to be a cold. My throat is all raw and scratchy. I'm all stuffy and I occasionally cough. It's doesn't sound too bad written down like this, but it is. I'm actually taking medication. Over-the-counter medication, but I never take medicine so it's kind of a big deal.
Of course, the day I start getting sick, Lorelei's nose starts running. Now she's coughing as well. Jocelyn just started coughing. Even Kaylee managed to say, she wasn't sick but she is sneezing a little. Great.
This is not fair on so many levels. It's not fair because it's me and I don't like it. It's not fair because I have to take care of the kids while I'm sick instead of calling out and staying in bed all day (like some people I know) (I mean the husband) (cause seriously, I don't get paid and I don't get sick days) (What the hell?)
It also isn't fair because even in I was able to stay in bed all day oozing snot onto my pillow, I wouldn't. Crap needs to get done. People need to eat. Laundry needs washing. Errands need running. Dishwashers need filling (and why is it that I'm the only one who does these things?) (I think I may be the only person in my house certified to operate a dishwasher) (I should slap that right on the old resume)
I have an issue with not doing things. I can't not do stuff. It needs to be done and if not me, who? If not now, when? The answer is no one and never. So I do it. And I hate the world for it.
I'll take care of the poor sick babies. I'll keep the house running and in proper order. No one will go without. Except for me. (because I am apparently a masochist) (And that's how I roll)
*cough* Dude, seriously. Phlegm on the keyboard. Awesome.
I need a wife.