Sick Days

Stay at home moms don't get sick days, huh?

Yesterday Daniel and I helped some sweet, sweet friends of ours move. We helped them move once before in the middle of an Alabama summer, and told them we would help them move again if they needed it, but never again in summer. Well guess what?  But, they are the kind of people that come and cut your grass for you while you're out of town at your mom's funeral. So when they ask for help, we're gonna be there if we can.

We got there yesterday morning to start helping and got home last night around midnight. You know that whole "I'm so tired I can't sleep" thing? I don't know who thought that up, but its a stupid concept and they should be flogged. Thankfully though, I wasn't asleep because my poor boy who started out he week with pink eye, then moved on to a sore throat/fever, came and knocked on my door around 4:00 this morning because he had an earache. Bless his heart, his Monday has lasted all week! I finally drifted off at some point after that.

Bethany had a girl scout trip today, so I set my alarm to get up for that-when I got up my head was pounding and my joints were telling me "we hate you." I knew I wasn't going ice skating and to Build A Bear with the girl scouts, but I still had to get Bethany there. She stood out in the cold wind freezing her tootsies off to sell cookies to go on this trip. Thankfully, the part of the girl scout law that says "be a sister to every girlscout" shone through and they came and picked her up.

 Daniel left for a meeting (looking not so spry himself)  and I went back to bed.  Now here is the "sick days" part.  When I called to to work, work kept going on, whether I was there or not. School happened. I just didn't have to MAKE it happen. I could lay in bed and know that it was taken care of. Here's the thing though. There are still dishes in the sink, and they don't look like they are going anywhere any time soon. There are still clothes to be washed.  There is still food to be prepared, because even though we feel like we've been hit by trucks, our stomachs are fine. The church cookbook stuff is mocking me from the corner.  No sick days. We need a union.  I need a substitute!
Thankfully though, no one here seems to care that the dishes are in the sink and they'll get taken care of soon enough. Daniel has already indicated that he'll be cooking dinner, and we all have enough clean clothes to last until tomorrow. All the recipes are in for the cookbook, and just a little more to do and several days to do it.  So I guess I get a sick day after all! :)