Hitting me when I’m down…

I’m sick…  That miserable version of sick that you don’t even have enough of a fever to make it worth being sick.  My head is pounding.  All I can eat is ice cream and soup because my throat is so sore.  Aris and Corde are a cranky lot too, because…they’re sick too!  Whee!  I feel absolutely miserable.  The kids tossed cookies and pretzels all over the house because I was too tired and sick to care.  I can’t find the baby’s sippy cup, which is probably half full of milk and will be real pleasant to find later.  It’s the only clean one I have, so…tomorrow is going to suck because I’ll have to was a cup for him…which means I have to find where all the cups he’s tossed off into the void have gone!  In truth, I just doubt that Caelan makes the effort to find them when the baby is done with them…and then blames me.

So I’ve got this raging headache.  Corde is just wandering around in circles instead of doing what I told her to do.  I’m about ready to exile her to her room until I’m feeling better because I just feel like hell.

Anyhow, some good to come out of today, I’ve decided to look into putting Corde into Girl Scouts.  I need to do something for her.  She needs the socialization with other kids and I really can’t make the time to bring her to the playground every day.  I’m just too tired for all of that.  I barely have the energy to get out of bed some mornings.  A good deal of that is probably how little time I’ve had to myself.  Actually, that’s probably why I’m sick.  My body is telling me to slow down…because I need to.

So…yeah…I think I’m going to bed…I feel like I’m dying…  I hate getting sick…

~*~Rave~*~