UPDATE of yesterday’s post:
The worst thing about being sick is not not being able to taste your food. It’s having children. Children who need things. Which is all children, especially mine. I can say, “you’re three now, Jasper, make your own Eggo!”, but we all know that isn’t about to happen. As much as I’d like to sit around in bed all day reading books and feeling sorry for myself, I don’t have that luxury. The house will fall apart, the children will watch a lot of movies, and I will try to yell orders from my bed. Maybe, just maybe, I will be able to get some rest.
The night before last I had a horrible night’s sleep. Normally I sleep like a dead person. I’m asleep before my head even hits the pillow and the next thing I know my alarm clock is going off in the morning. Sorry if that makes you jealous. Sleeping is one of my talents.
Until night before last. It was hot in my bedroom so I turned on the fan at 3 a.m.. The fan started to make clicking noises.
I hate clicking noises. If it’s a repetitive clicking noise I’ll eventually cope, but this clicking noise was an on again/off again affair which just made me really angry. Which made me think of other things that make me angry, and all the people who have made me angry and it eventually snowballed into me lying in bed with steam coming out of my ears.
Suffice it to say that I was extremely jazzed to be going to Cub Scout Camp the next day. Hot weather makes most natives restless, but it just makes me lethargic. So by 4 pm (100º!) I was zombified.
And now I’m sick.
Was it the poor night’s sleep? Doubtful.
Was it a psychosomatic reaction to spending so many hours with prepubescent boys? Getting closer.
Was it the shock to my system of being exposed to actual sunlight? Possibly.
Or maybe I just have Swine Flu. The world may never know.
P.S. Last night I got a long stick and whacked the fan a few times before going to bed. Voilà! No more clicking.
Ugh… I hope you feel better soon.
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I'm very sorry for your loss as well. I am also sorry to hear you're not feeling very well and I hope you'll be back to your normal self very soon!
hi again, I recognized your son jasper's photo in the next blog post. Are you a SHARE mommy??
I like that life lesson: If all else fails, whack something!
It's a shame you didn't get sick BEFORE cub scout camp… That's what I would have done.
P.S. Your sick bed is adorable.
Oh—how I hate summer colds! Doesn't seem right,huh?
Get better soon!
I believe that like chicken soup, whacking things is a very effective medicinal device.
Enjoy your whacking, and I hope you get better soon!
This post made me laugh for so many reasons. But even more important, what font is that on your sick bed picture and what did you do to make that picture look all soft and vintage???
Only your sick bed could look so luxurious! PS – Have you tried to OD on Mtn. Dew? I've heard that cold germs don't like that stuff…just a thought. 🙂
Hope you get some rest soon!
AMEN! I have always said that the worst part of being a mom is getting sick. Not only does no one take car of YOU when you are sick, no one takes car of themselves either!
I hope you feel better soon!
And I love the picture!
Way to fix that fan.
Do you want me to come and whack you with a stick? It might make you feel better….
Your long stick comment cracked me up, Jennie. Way to fix it! I hope you're all better now.