still sick but still kicking...

A friend of mine who is a single mom with two young kids asked me the other day if she was a bad mom because at that moment she didn't like her oldest son. I laughed... and told her there have been a lot of times over the years that I haven't LIKED my kids... as long as you always LOVE them, you're not a bad mom. As a matter of fact... being able to love people who aren't particularly loveable is unique to moms, I think.

I don't like Austin today. He's exhausting on a good day... but when I'm sick... he's frustrating. It took four days for him to take out the trash this week. I asked him three times yesterday to finish loading the dishwasher and run it. Hasn't happened yet. He's a slob... not that I'm a neat freak or anything... although I wish I was wired that way... but God knew that I was going to have to raise this Hoarder in Training and would need a special dispensation of calmness when it came to messes. I try. But today... I've got to be honest... I wish he wasn't MY roommate.

Yesterday I started on some antibiotics that I had leftover from last year. I wasn't willing to invest the hundred bucks into a doctor visit because they get it wrong half the time anyways... last year I had pneumonia for three weeks before a doctor thought to tell me about it. It was only when I went back and said, "gosh... I'm still really not feeling well" when they said, "well, it takes awhile to recover from pneumonia". What? I mean... I'm sick... I know it's in my chest... I know it is one of those things I can't ignore... so I started on the pharmaceuticals... grudgingly. And I was shocked at how hungry I was all day yesterday. I had the munchies all day... if my weight goes up again this week... I may just stand there and cry on the scale. Ugh.

My weakness is crackers. I buy the healthy kind... as low in transfat as possible. But I ate a lot of them yesterday.

Today... I'm going to work. I feel like my chest is stuffed with cotton but other than that... I don't feel bad. There's just a slight tickle in my throat... I'm pretty sure I can last the day... hopefully my clients and co-workers will take it easy on me *smile*. I got a lot of rest yesterday... and after I work today I'll have two days to recover...

Although I do have a few things on the old agenda for the weekend... I'm going to try to keep a healthy balance of rest/healing vs. not being a hermit. I've got weight watchers ... my mammogram... and a parade on the schedule for Saturday. The parade is the annual Christmas parade in Cleveland which I've never gone to before but I want to go... and Next Guy is going... so I think if I wrap up well I'll be ok. Need to find some gloves... but other than that... I think I'm ok. May take the snuggie. These are the kind of things that I always wanted to do but not by myself. I'm excited!

Sunday is wide open... tonight I'm meeting NG after he gets off work so we can have a few minutes together. And in between I plan to crack the whip on Austin to get this house into order... maybe do a little decorating... and spend a lot of time curled up in the nest. And laundry. Always laundry.

We may have snow flurries Saturday night... which I think would be picture perfect if I happened during the Christmas parade! It would go a long way toward my ideal Martha Stewart / Norman Rockwell dream Christmas. No accumulation... just a little snow falling like stardust from the sky... *sigh*.... wouldn't that be lovely?

Hope you have a great weekend... send me some scale moving juju... and some wishes/hopes/prayers for this junk to clear out of my chest. Got too much to do to be sick! Love and hugs, y'all!