Monday, March 21, 2011

Cue the tiny violin...

So. I've caught the Man Cold, but since it's a Woman Cold now, I was able to make eggs and smoothies for the kids' breakfast, pack the lunches, buy a couple of gifts, shop for shoes (look, I might be getting  a job one of these days and it's not every day a pair of comfy but cute black heels falls into your lap cart), and clean the kitchen today. I feel like someone's poking tiny little knives in my throat and I dread every swallow. And seriously, why does daytime TV suck so much? We have 300 channels of nothing to watch and I don't know how to make Netflix work without a kid to help me. In fact, I have to have Henry set up my exercise DVDs for me before he goes to school because there's so many consoles to plug/unplug. I would read, but my eyes are too burny (pretty sure that's a word).  Now I want some cheese to go with my whine. Except that I wouldn't be able to swallow it.

The kids have just finished their two hours of homework (does that seem like a lot for second grade? I mean, taking away giggling, snacking and chatting it probably boils down to about half an hour, but still...) and I sent the girls to clean their room.  I checked on their progress after about 45 minutes:


See, why should I watch "Hoarders" all day when I'm sick in bed when I can just walk a few steps and peek in the girls' room?

5 comments:

Julie said...

Oh Kate ~~ once you catch the man cold..your supposed to keep it a man-cold..it's like a mini-vacation. You just hide in your room & watch movies (make sure you cough really loud when anyone walks by the room!). If you wander into the kitchen for tea in the evening... you give Mitch a combo stick eye of ...you-made-me-sick PLUS clean-this-place-up. Pick up the kids from school in your jammies to emphasize how horrbily sick you are. And then you can use good old-fashioned guilt on the kids...the whole "No-no, let me clean up this mess you made because you're obviously busy learning how to be an Italian plumber fighting mutant turtles and I'm only on my death bed." This works best on the 8-12 year olds (I think teenagers are immune to parental guilt.).

Hope you feel better soon!

Julie said...

Damn - I need to proof read more better ;-) That's "STINK" eye...I dunno what the hell a stick eye is!! And I won't even start on my spelling errors. Stupid job keeps distracting from wasting my time.

Kate said...

I have much to learn from you, Master.

Kim said...

Being home all these days I discovered Law and Order SVU. Watch it...it's addicting. Let's skype this weekend. If you're not to sick...

Lisa said...

It's like your writing about my house (minus the teenager and the all the girls).