Work, kids and being sick have really gotten in the way of my ‘blogability’ this week. Being sick and not being able to “be sick” (aka, act sick, act like a big baby, cry for my mommy) has me bringing great pity onto myself. I know its wrong. My life is good, I only have some nasty virus. Certainly not the end of the world. Regardless, I’m throwing myself a pity party and you are my guests. When I feel sorry for myself I start asking myself “why” questions. Here’s my latest list.
- Why does laying on the couch by myself being sick, drinking hot tea and nibbling on toast while I watch bad reality television and the Food channel sound like heaven to me right now?
- Why does everyone want everything from me when I am sick? (Get your own damn milk, kid!)
- Why do I know that my children will all catch what I have but they will do it consecutively instead of simultaneously, causing my work and my life to be completely screwed from now until Thanksgiving?
- Why is only the left side of my nose running?
- Why does my daughter think that 4:30am is a great time to start the day when Mommy Dearest is sick?
- Why am I dreading carving pumpkins tomorrow? (Hmmm… I don’t know, perhaps because my children will lose interest after about 15 minutes and my husband and I will be stuck performing surgery on 5 pumpkins until Midnight?)
- Why did the NyQuil backfire on me last night and instead of making me sleepy, made me jittery? (“So-you-can-rest medicine, my ass!”)
- Why does Heidi stay together with Spencer?
Oh, there are more mind-bending questions, but I’ll just save them for another time. I gotta go blow my left nostril.
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