when mom's sick

Warning 1: This is not a well-though-out post. There is nothing cohesive about it.
Warning 2: Involves mild bodily function ewweyness in the paragraph starting "Lastly..."

My darling SIL and her kiddos, my kiddos, and I all went for a fun morning/afternoon last Friday. First playing in a big gym where the kids could run off their cabin fever - and then to McDonalds to play and have lunch. Sunday morning the kids woke up with nasty cold and complaints of "my mouth hurts." Here we are a few days later - they're starting to feel better, but not before sharing with mom. Here are some of my "sick-lights" from yesterday...

Bubble Bath:
I was so excited. The kids were each put down for nap (they're sick too - naps help) and I went off to the bathroom.
Knock, knock. I have to go potty says the voice on the other side of the door.
I wait. Barely patiently.
Put her back to bed.
Remind the others they're supposed to be resting not sneaking around.
Back to the bathroom.
Run the water.
Hear voices.
Remind again that it's naptime.
Settle in for bath.
Shout a couple of times that it's STILL naptime.
Get out of bath feeling worse than when I got in (you'd think I'd learn that I really can't do baths when I'm sick).
Hear a little girl shouting that someone's here - and then hearing the door open.
Look around wondering what in the H to wear.
Pull on sweatpants from earlier
and a girly shirt that happened to be hanging from the bathroom hook.
(See Mom - there are perks to not putting things away all the time ;) ).
Wrap hair in towel and go into kitchen.
PrincessGirl is entertaining some of our garden renters who need forms signed.
Pretty sure these are the same people who've called 6 times today.
I didn't answer those calls cause I felt LOUSY and didn't want anyone over.
They came anyway. What manners.
(Cranky sick talking - these women are two of the sweetest people...)
Signed some papers and sent the ladies on their way.
Headed to the couch for some downtime with a little girl who never bothered to fall asleep.
((sigh))


In the meantime...
A few hours earlier I had started dinner. Peanut Chicken Thighs. I was EXCITED about this dinner. It was going to be so yummy and everyone would love it.
It smelled.
Bad.
Beer in a crockpot.
Bad.
I did not enjoy dinner.
(I still haven't decided if it's good that I can't smell or taste. It may have been a very good dinner and I just couldn't tell.)
Neither did any of my smallest children.
The big one wants to try it tonight - he was unavailable to be a guinea pig last night.
FarmBoy only ate a bite when he got home.
I'm seriously considering going on strike.
My house still smells today.
I cannot wait to get the energy to get the garbage bag out to the garbage can.
Lesson Learned: I will not cook with beer.
I will bravely try the recipe again some day - but with cola. Mmm. I love to cook with cola.

Lastly...
There has been a lot of nose blowing around here. My mucous membranes have a new Doritos type slogan: "Keep on blowing, we'll make more..." Please do not use imagry when reading that. I didn't intend to gross anyone out. ANYWAY... lots of blowing. We are almost completely out of T.P. (it's easier to find on short notice than a roving Kleenex box). I emergently emailed FarmBoy to bring some home from work. I hope he sees the email before it turns into a much bigger problem.

Wow. Don't think I've written one this long in a very long, long time but I knew I'd want to read this one day, a long time from now, and laugh at the ridiculousness of it - all of it.

(p.s. I wrote this as an email and am sending it to my blog. If it formats all really badly, please accept my apologies.)