For the first three-and-a-half weeks of December, I had a cold that loved my body so much it decided to turn into a stubborn sinus infection. Awesome. After two weeks of being ignored, this lovely virus decided to fight dirty—aches, chills, headaches, etc. Of course, I did the sensible thing and took plenty of time to rest.
HA!
As every mom in the world knows, there is really no such thing as a sick day for mommies. The kids still want to eat. And we were out of important groceries. And Harley wanted me to frost a Tom and Jerry scene on a homemade cake for Cub Scouts. For the next day.
I did the mature thing and stormed out of the house to the store, spending the next hour grumbling about how NOBODY CARES THAT I’M SICK. On the way home, I broke down into a sobbing mess and called my friend Jaimie.
I know I’ve got a great friend when she answers the phone and lets me sob for five minutes before asking “do you want to talk about anything?” (a good question considering that I called her). I howled “noooooooooo!” into the phone and proceeded to cry louder before launching into my well-rehearsed self-pity monologue. Jaimie sweetly soothed my distraught self, half-jokingly promising to make me a t-shirt to wear in times of dire exhaustion that reads “I’m going to bed now!” I told her that I expected to receive just such a shirt at Christmas and promptly forgot about it.
But then Christmas came. And I opened THIS!
Yeah, that’s right. I have an incredible friend. And now, a shirt to wear that is a loud and clear signal to my family that I’m going to bed. Now. I can hardly wait for that next cold…or maybe I could just use the shirt to snag some time to tackle my sky-high reading pile.
It makes me feel better that I'm not the only one that breaks down sobbing sometimes. :)
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