I am Alive...

I am still sick, but as Mom, you do not get much of a sick day. The whole household seems to fall apart. Things need to be done and unfortunately they don't get done if Mom is on the "sick pillow".

My Annie is trying to stay away form home. When she is here she is armed with a bottle of Clorox, "really Mom, please stay back". Although at midnight when she had what she thought was a wasp but was only one of those nasty ugly bugs we keep finding, flying in her room, who did she call? Not Dad but Mom. After I rescued her, she asked me to, "please leave her room, really, don't mean to be mean but please get out". Sergio just wanted to know what the commotion was all about. I asked her to put the dishes in the dishwasher away,so I don't have to touch them. Guess who just put them away? I had too! The sink was piled (remember I haven't eaten so these are not my messes! I will give her credit though, she ran out and got me pop sickles as I gave these to her when she is sick. It is the only thing that stays down.

I am trying to get up and about this afternoon. It seems I am needed in many areas. Things just don't get done. The cats & dogs are happy to see me up. Their food bowls have been filled & they are thankful. My dogs faithfully stayed by my side throughout my stay in bed. They are so sweet and were truly concerned.

Isn't it funny how when the husband or children are sick we are waiting on them hand and foot. Concerned and doing anything to make them comfy? When I am sick I know they are concerned, but sometimes it seems more about who's going take care of us?