2 sick kids, 2 sick grown ups, almost no sleep plus a cup of coffee spilled all over the floor, the walls, the end table and the side of our big, comfy living room chair = me as Ms. Grumpy Pants. (Nice to meet you.)
I haven’t been in a foul mood all day, but it’s been there, just under the surface. I have a lot to be happy for today, actually, and when I remember that, things go better. It looks like out house will actually be sold sometime in the next 7 days, drastically improving our financial picture. Dan joining the rest of the family in the ranks of the ill is a bummer, but at least he was able to get excused sick leave from work today, so he was able to be home with us most of the day, without being charged any time off for it. My kids are sweet and funny and wonderful (when they aren’t being fussy, whiny and incredibly needy).
Truth is, I hate being sick. I have never been good at giving myself a break, psychologically or practically, and I am constantly giving myself a hard time for not doing more, regardless of how I’m feeling. So, regardless of my understanding that I’m sick, it starts to get to me that the house is in such a state, the laundry isn’t getting done, we’re watching tv all day and we’re eating carryout for dinner.
Here’s hoping that we wake up feeling better tomorrow, or at least that I do better on excusing myself for my daily responsibilities.