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I had PLANS for today.

Unfortunately, my eight year old is huddled on the sofa with a case of what I'm pretty sure is strep throat. My BFA in Theatre Arts somehow gives me the knowledge and experience to diagnose him. That, or battling that stupid bacteria for the last ten years. I've a MOM degree. It's like a sixth sense.  A sixth sense that get's awakened in the wee hours of the morning when your child has stuff coming out of him that should just not BE.

Can I give it back?  Is that an option?  I don't remember checking that particular box.

By the way, whatever happened to Aaron being the iron man in the family? This is the second time the kid's been sick this year. I blame the disgusting breeding ground of germs in which he spends 8 hours a day.

Some people merely call it 'the elementary school.' My name has more flair.

You know how I don't work, right? I'm a stay at home mom, and I teach one afternoon a week. And volunteer at the above breeding ground one day a week. And do odd jobs for the theatre. And cook for my home group every Wednesday. And make sure all my family has clean clothes, vacuumed floors, clean bathrooms and are fed at least two meals 7 days a week. Somehow, even though I don't work, my days are always completely full. For Christmas this year, I have added tasks: getting gifts and door prizes for the company Christmas party, gift certificates for same, wrapping presents, hosting several parties at the house (so far I'm up to 4), sewing several projects for friends and family, making goodie baskets for AAA Electric's customers (which will include two solid days of baking),and currently top on my list of things to do is get new furniture for Nolan's office. It was repainted several months ago, and he's ready to have the pictures back up on the wall and someplace for people to sit when he bawls them out.

I'm glad I don't work for him, anymore. He FIRED me. He fired HIS MOTHER, too. We're both still a little bitter about it.

(In actuality it had something to do with taxes, and we make more money now than we did befopre, but that's beside the point.  HE STILL FIRED US.  And he didn't even do it face to face.  He fired me OVER THE PHONE.  Chuh.)

But that's a post for another day.

What I'm saying in the midst of all the whining and complaining that this post has turned out to be (er, sorry), is that I'm feeling overbooked.  I'm sure it'll pass and by this afternoon I'll be a whirl of wrapping paper and furniture shopping.  But for right now, I'm in a slight panic that not everything is going to get done.  I've had to postpone my Dr. appt. for my bruised ribs (which are SO not better), but kids come first, right?

I'm going to go put on some lipstick and plaster on a smile.  It's always worked before! 

Cover me, I'm going in.

 So while I've been battling the virus from hell with the boys, Nolan has been out of town.  I'm not complaining,  I wouldn't have done anything differently, anyway.  However, he said he would be back "early Sunday morning" to get on the road for Denver.  I got up early to make sure everything was set for the housesitter, and finished getting everything packed (all the while achy and feverish) and he is still not home.

It's not early, and in an hour, it will not be morning.

I love my husband.  But time is fluid for him.  He's never on time, and refuses to wear a watch.  Say's "I'm not bound by man's time."

 Ironically, he's at a men's retreat.  I hope he comes back all filled up and it spills out onto me.  I could use a little, you know?

I'm out of everything.  Ibuprofen, tylenol, cough syrup, milk, and swiffer pads.  And fabric softener.  The purple kind.

Yes, swiffer pads are a necessity.  I have a dog, and I'm trying to sell the house.

Okay.  Done griping.  Have a lovely Sunday, all. 

UPDATE:  We didn't go.  Thank GOD.  I feel awful.

My husband, usually a good father, sometimes makes SPECTACULARLY bad choices in parenting.

He let the boys (4 & 6, thankyouverymuch) watch Lady in the Water, because he said that it was A BEDTIME STORY.  

*tries to refrain from calling own husband an idiot*

Maybe M. Night Shaymaylan's Kids aren't as easily spooked as mine, but mine haven't slept through the night since.  They dragged their pillows and blankets into our room and slept on the floor one night, and I went into their room for about an hour last night.  I'm done, though.  Hubby will be the one soothing and cajoling and reassuring tonight.  

Oh, who am I kidding.  Hubby  has a lot of talents, but those three aren't on the list.

Poor Aaron is still sick.  I took him to the Doctor, and he doesn't have strep or the flu, but a fever and a wicked cough that doesn't seem to be getting better.  Breathing treatments (All hail the almighty nebulizer), cough medicine and Tylenol.  Anyone have any advice?  What makes you feel better when you're sick?

Meanwhile, Mummy is steadily on the path to crazy town...  not one moment by myself in a week...