It's the end of the world as we know it...

Mom has fallen ill!!!!  Struck down by a common cold.  My ears are clogged and therefore causing my equilibrium to be off.  My head is congested, sinuses are in agony and the relentless sneezing is unbearable.  I feel horrible but I must push forward.  I apologize in advance for any ramblings or incoherent statements.  They are drug and illness induced and I should not be held accountable. 

For the last few days my eyes fly open at 4:48 a.m.  I lay there contemplating the meaning of this for a few minutes and then my bladder starts bellowing its complaints.  So, I shuffle off to the bathroom where there I continue my evaluation of what is causing me to wake up at the same time over the course of the last few days. I came up with nothing but my mind wasn't about to let it go.  Back to my bed I shuffle and when it seems that I just got comfortable and fallen into a deep sleep - the alarm starts its morning routine...   I only hit the snooze once this morning but I really wasn't ready to start my day. 

I'm getting older and my body parts aren't all in working condition this early in the morning, so when I say 'shuffle' that's exactly what I do.  I shuffled into 'The Den of the Damned" (kids' room) to wake 'The Other One'.  That's our affectionate nickname for the oldest.  The youngest is 'The Little One'.  It's usually a fight to get her out of bed but she was actually decent this morning.  Now that she's up and beginning her routine, off to the kitchen I go to pack lunches for her and her Dad. 

Whew ... this morning is going off without a hitch.  Oops, thought that too soon.  Here comes 'The Little One' sleepily side stepping her way into the living room.  "Can I go to the bus stop with you guys?"  Ugh...  I have to dress her now too.  We did it!!  All of us ready in time for the bus.  Down the stairs we head to wait on the corner in 48 degree weather.  My body is protesting at this point.  Letting me know how desperately it just wants to crawl back under the covers and hibernate.  Oh, good.... the bus is a little early today.  7:30 instead of 7:32 - what luck!!   The whole time I am having an inner conversation with my body.  "Just down the block, up the stairs and into the house.  Not much further now.  Here we go.  You're doing great!  Just take off your shoes and hit the couch." 

I was able to sleep until my hubby got up for work. An hour, I think.  Although, while I was sleeping on the couch, The Little One was curled up behind my knees and I swear she was doing gymnastics while I was sleeping.   I'm up now with no motivation to do anything.  Thankfully I finished the laundry yesterday.  I tried begging my hubby to stay home from work to care for me but of course he used the whole 'We have bills to pay' defense on me. 

Oh, and I am home all day with my four-year-old (who also has a cold) and since I have no desire to occupy myself with any other activity I am subjected to child programming all day.  Being sick is just a cruel and unjust punishment on mothers.  I always think of that cold medicine commercial where the mom is sick.  The dad and kids are making themselves breakfast and destroying the kitchen.  Mom gets up, takes her medicine and goes in to face the disaster that is her family.   I took medicine but I still don't want to face these animals. 

I wonder how they will fare without my assistance?  ~giggles~  There is no way.  As much as I love him, the hubby would abandon us if he was left to deal with these kids himself.  So, I'll just lay here for a while longer and recuperate from this exerting blog.  By the time The Other One gets out of school, I should be able to force myself to start preparing supper.....   HOPEFULLY!! 

Here are some articles that gave me a little chuckle.   In my house, I am not allowed to be sick.  My hubby believes that only he is entitled to that privilege.  Not that he is insensitive (okay - maybe he is) but its just that he thinks that I am a hypochondriac (okay - I am) and when I get sick he thinks that I am exaggerating (sometimes I am).

When Mommy is Sick
When Mommy Gets Sick

This has been exhausting............... I shall attach my body to the sofa and put The Little One on Playhouse Disney.com or Nick Jr.com and that will occupy for a few hours while I recuperate.