the upside of being sick

because i am feverish today and somewhat delusional, and realizing it is time for a picture post, i am sharing these photos. which are apropos of nothing i am about to write. you're welcome!



now here's a funny one that both of my kids would absolutely kill me for posting. good thing they don't have my blog address! and i am also realizing i need to hide this white t-shirt, because this child has it on in 95% of his pictures.



ok, we are all wobbly on our feet and both kids are home today from school, sick. oh, happy day. but i must say, i do try to find the golden nugget in anything that comes my way. so now, the upside to being sick:

--you lose your appetite. nothing sounds good. nothing tastes good. therefore expect to see a 2-5 pound weight loss

--if you do get hungry, there are no rules. eat lunch at 3:30? sure, why not.

--my purse has not moved off the kitchen table for over 48 hours. i came home from the hairdresser, plopped it down, and then got sick. do i care? no. i do not.

--my house is a shambles. to many of you, my house would appear spotless. but not to me. no beds are made. there are wadded up tissues everywhere. half-drunk water bottles are all over the kitchen counter. and at this point, no one knows whose is whose. so that is a gigantic waste of water and plastic. and the only reason we have these stupid water bottles in the first place is because of a recent camping trip. i do not buy into buying bottled water.

--i look like a hot mess. and i don't care. and by hot mess, please do not think for a moment that i think i look "hot." no, think more amy winehouse hot mess. frizzy, super curls. no makeup. sweaty, faded black t. my friend cindy and i joke that it is a treat for people when we do ourselves up. we do not look "on" all the time, so when we do make an effort, people take note. we clean up well. but if you were to see me today, you would surely never believe it.

--free pass from cooking, people. need i say more?

--my children are oddly quiet when they do not feel well. but that is not entirely true. the older one tends to carry on and put on a show like he is surely at death's door. at which point i pull out my tough love and say, "look, bud, we all feel like crapola. suck it up and be a man."

--everyone is super nice to you. you get a free pass out of everything. like, for example, i am in charge of, oh, 25 classroom valentine's day parties on friday. but other people are stepping up to help. they even held a special meeting in my honor (behind my back) about how to plan. in my humble opinion, if you cannot just show up and hand out some damn pink cookies, you have no business being a room mom.

--i caught up on all my dvr'ed shows. i spent hours watching tv last night. i am now up on girls next door, desperate housewives, brothers & sisters, and new adventures of old christine. if you have any questions, just ask.

--i caught up on all my email. well, almost. because once i was finished, here comes a buttload more from little league, pto, and one teacher in particular who i am thisclose to punching in the face. and if you want to take a guess as to who it might be, let me just say: you are CORRECT.

okay, that's all i got. i am all out. i am off to have a 3:45 lunch and watch the view.