Home sick
Home sick today. Princess and Pea were both sick over the weekend - we even had to postpone Pea's 7th birthday party at Build-a-Bear! Their temps ranged from 100 to 102.4 all weekend long. So I get them well enough to return to school, and now I have it. Some sort of virus, can't say exactly. But it consists of body aches and chills as well as the fever. Maybe we've all had some mild form of the flu. Being sick is bad enough, but I've now used up all my comp time that I was saving for when the girls are on spring break next week. I was hoping to plan an outing with them on at least one day - the park, perhaps some craft activity, a movie - whatever their little hearts desired. I really am extremely disappointed, as I don't know now how that could possibly happen. I'm saving vacation days for a trip I have planned. I think I'm going to have to leave work at exactly 5:00 each day (which would be a miracle in itself), pick them up from school (where they have activities for the kids who need child care during spring break), and do some sort of activity each day. It will still be light outside (thank God it's now light outside when I leave work!), and we can go to the park.
All this talk of spring break makes me think about how it feels as if everyone owns my time except me. I don't begrudge my girls' extracurricular activities, but it just feels like everyone else in my life is telling me where to be, when to be there and when I can leave. *grrr* Where is MY time? And I don't even mean time by myself, but time with my family. The evenings fly by. No sooner have we eaten supper, finished homework and baths, then it seems it's time for bed already. The four of us love to play board games together, and we have an unfinished game of Scrabble still sitting on the kitchen table from Sunday night. Rosie was still feeling pretty bad that night, but she insisted on playing anyway. We kept calling her Miss Grumpy, and she kept yelling, "I not grumpy!" Then she let her lower lip hang out. It was too cute.
I tried going to work yesterday. I guess I was there for about 2 or 2.5 hours, and I felt like I was going to collapse over my keyboard. I finished up some things that needed to be done, then I went home. Been here ever since. But I did bring some work home with me. I need to write a demand letter and set up a new medical malpractice file. It's sitting here on the couch next to me, taunting me. I really need to get started since I'm feeling a bit better. But Paul Dean is on the Food Network, making goodies for a tea party, and I'm wishing I had my own cooking school on The Food Network. I'm addicted to that channel. Well, when I'm able to watch television, I am. It's one of the few channels I can go to and almost always see a program I like. And Pea still idolizes Rachael Ray and her 30-Minute Meals program. She watches her DVD's all the time. We got her a new American Girl doll (one of the kind you can order that looks like the child you're buying it for) for her birthday. We asked her what she was going to name the doll, and she of course replied, "Rachael Ray." I guess it does not bother Pea in the least that her doll looks absolutely *nothing* like the real Rachael Ray.
Oh, now Paula Dean is making something with garlic, cream cheese and pistachios. I love, love, love pistachios! I think I'm going to have to go to the website and print out this recipe.
Okay, off to do some work now...
All this talk of spring break makes me think about how it feels as if everyone owns my time except me. I don't begrudge my girls' extracurricular activities, but it just feels like everyone else in my life is telling me where to be, when to be there and when I can leave. *grrr* Where is MY time? And I don't even mean time by myself, but time with my family. The evenings fly by. No sooner have we eaten supper, finished homework and baths, then it seems it's time for bed already. The four of us love to play board games together, and we have an unfinished game of Scrabble still sitting on the kitchen table from Sunday night. Rosie was still feeling pretty bad that night, but she insisted on playing anyway. We kept calling her Miss Grumpy, and she kept yelling, "I not grumpy!" Then she let her lower lip hang out. It was too cute.
I tried going to work yesterday. I guess I was there for about 2 or 2.5 hours, and I felt like I was going to collapse over my keyboard. I finished up some things that needed to be done, then I went home. Been here ever since. But I did bring some work home with me. I need to write a demand letter and set up a new medical malpractice file. It's sitting here on the couch next to me, taunting me. I really need to get started since I'm feeling a bit better. But Paul Dean is on the Food Network, making goodies for a tea party, and I'm wishing I had my own cooking school on The Food Network. I'm addicted to that channel. Well, when I'm able to watch television, I am. It's one of the few channels I can go to and almost always see a program I like. And Pea still idolizes Rachael Ray and her 30-Minute Meals program. She watches her DVD's all the time. We got her a new American Girl doll (one of the kind you can order that looks like the child you're buying it for) for her birthday. We asked her what she was going to name the doll, and she of course replied, "Rachael Ray." I guess it does not bother Pea in the least that her doll looks absolutely *nothing* like the real Rachael Ray.
Oh, now Paula Dean is making something with garlic, cream cheese and pistachios. I love, love, love pistachios! I think I'm going to have to go to the website and print out this recipe.
Okay, off to do some work now...