So I was sick all weekend. We're talking flat-on-my-back-kill-me-now sick. Seriously, sicker than i have been since I've had kids. So what happens when you get a semi-comatose mom, a dad working night shifts, and three kids stuck at home all weekend?
This is what you get:
half drunk sippy cups everywhere...
fruit snacks under the bed, in the bed and stuck to the covers...
the stickiest floor all the way from the sippy cups to the open bottle of gatorade...
half eaten pop tarts on the couch, the floor, and everywhere in between...
Apparently, Levi and Elsie found the stash of fruit snacks and brought them to me in my state of semi-consciousness and I opened them, ALL of them! They must have thought they had died and gone to heaven! (Or just mom died and left a snack opening zombie behind!)
The best part was on Monday morning when I just couldn't get the kids ready for school, we waited for Dan to get home from his night shift and he took them to school a little late. At 9:15 am I hear a loud insistent knock at the door. I drag myself out of bed to see the termite inspection guy here. I had totally forgotten about our appointment! He had to inspect the ENTIRE HOUSE! I was mortified! All I could do was say I had been sick all weekend and tell him I was going back to bed while he did his thing. There was no amount of apologizing I could do that would make the mess disappear. He even had a flashlight people! Imagine a flashlight tracing the piles of crumbs that float toward the baseboards as the kids run through the house with whatever snack their dying mother just gave them! I could have died, except I thought I already was dying so instead, as I climbed back in bed I felt the smallest smile creep over my face at the ridiculousness of it! I even felt a tiny tingle of relief that it was out of my hands and there was no point in scrambling to clean anything. So for once in my life, I let it go and didn't give another thought to the stranger with the flashlight climbing over the piles of laundry to inspect my bathroom! It was quite liberating actually, but don't worry, it will never happen again!
2 comments:
Hilarious. I am so sorry to hear you are(were) that sick. I hope you are better. But I love the part about the smile as you crawled back in bed - too much! That would be horrible, but just think - I am sure they have seen worse and that is normal for some. So be proud that you would have been embarrassed if you weren't dying.
I don't know how I missed your blog updates... I'm so sorry you were so sick. I'm so super proud of you, though... not just the smile and crawling back into bed... the fact that you even answered the door in the first place. I wouldn't have even made it that far. You have no idea how much I hate that I can't come sauntering over in moments like that. I would have been there in a heartbeat... just like you would for me. Hope you're all better now. Love ya!
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