Almost Wordless Wednesday: Under the Weather
Today these are my two BFFs:
I dislike this time of year when the weather can't make up its mind and the little people bring home a melange of germy germs. Inevitably it all wreaks havoc on my system.
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike being sick? Hate isn't even a strong enough word. I am not a good sick person because sick people need time to rest and sleep and drink hot tea with honey and lemon. I have to drive five kids all over town and answer homework questions and nag them to do chores and break up bickering and listen to whining, so basically sickness recovery is out of the question. So, I drink several unmeasured amounts of cold medicine and pray that it's truly non-drowsy. Just to be sure I chase it all with a few cups of black coffee. Then, at approximately 10:00 at night when I have yelled at certain people about waiting until the last minute to unload the dishwasher or not taking a shower when I sent them upstairs to do so over an hour ago, I finally throw in the towel and climb into bed.
Not feeling good makes me crabby and tired and sad. I am tired of doing it all.
I also suspect that all of my earlier cleaning and organizing this week (I tackled the playroom yesterday...DE-pressing!) has contributed to my malaise. I am allergic to cleaning as I have always suspected. This confirms it.
I dislike this time of year when the weather can't make up its mind and the little people bring home a melange of germy germs. Inevitably it all wreaks havoc on my system.
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike being sick? Hate isn't even a strong enough word. I am not a good sick person because sick people need time to rest and sleep and drink hot tea with honey and lemon. I have to drive five kids all over town and answer homework questions and nag them to do chores and break up bickering and listen to whining, so basically sickness recovery is out of the question. So, I drink several unmeasured amounts of cold medicine and pray that it's truly non-drowsy. Just to be sure I chase it all with a few cups of black coffee. Then, at approximately 10:00 at night when I have yelled at certain people about waiting until the last minute to unload the dishwasher or not taking a shower when I sent them upstairs to do so over an hour ago, I finally throw in the towel and climb into bed.
Not feeling good makes me crabby and tired and sad. I am tired of doing it all.
I also suspect that all of my earlier cleaning and organizing this week (I tackled the playroom yesterday...DE-pressing!) has contributed to my malaise. I am allergic to cleaning as I have always suspected. This confirms it.