My last 3 days have been a complete wash. Well, perhaps I need to scratch the "complete" part as I can be the master of substitution and am awful crafty and sneaking in "educational" like stuff and calling it school when we are sick. I can also, with much thought, pull off easy meals that were not originally in the plans.
I have had a continuous mild feeling of nausea for many days. (NO, I'm not pregnant!) Over the weekend I had a scratchy, cotton-like feeling in my throat that was taking my tonsils captive. I didn't think much of it. Tuesday, the day we run ALL OVER, I felt worn down, tired, sick to my stomach and the nose faucet began. Wednesday my symptoms had developed into a painful, stuffy, runny, miserable head cold. I am amazed at how a simple little cold can make me battle my own thoughts and feelings as I spend precious energy convincing myself that in deed I AM NOT dying but am merely just sick. I am also always amazed at how a head cold can affect the brain's capacity to function properly. Wow, what a fog indeed!
Wednesday my substitute supper plan was: 1) cut up ham slices from the weekend's spiral ham (read: I had to cut previously cut slices into kid size pieces and microwave). Micro-baked potatoes (wash, stab, microwave until done) and a bag of frozen peas (empty bag into pan, add water, warm). It took me over an hour to mentally function at a level where I could pull these tasks off. If I had felt better I can imagine myself laughing at myself at how hard this super easy meal was for me.
When Hubby woke up I asked if he could handle everything, took Nyquil and went to bed. . . it was 7:15 PM!!!
With only two wake up calls (alarm set to get Abram up to potty and Gracie's normal 12 MN scream fest) I am functioning better today after 12 hours of sleep or more.
Yet, as now I *JUST* feel sick (instead of yesterday's feeling like death) I look around and realize that my normally clutter-challenged self has a lot of work to do in the next few days. On a good day I struggle with the fight against my *stuff* piling up into clutter piles everywhere I look. On days when I am not home (physically.... or mentally as is the case of the head-cold fog) those piles seem to take on new momentum. It's like there is an Olympic-like competition amongst our *stuff* that cumulates during illness and busy stretches. Like all of our stuff says "How out of control can we get before she is with it enough again to notice??" Really, have you ever wondered how it's possible that you and the family can do nothing yet the house gets messier and messier?
Alas, Otto says that he doesn't feel that great today so we will be doing a little bit of work and will be taking it easy for the rest of the day. Hubby gave me a supper request: WHICH I LOVE because it means I don't have to *think* about what we have, what I want, and what to fix. :) Yaay.
Perhaps, tomorrow (YEP, Friday) we can start our work week.
By the way, have you ever heard me state how much I love HOMESCHOOLING. How many teachers out in the classrooms would love to just go home and rest when they are sick or who feel they haven't accomplished what they wanted to in the week and wish they could just do a little work on Saturday, not having to put it off until Monday. Perhaps it's just me. I dunno.