So, hi. I have been busy cooking my eyeballs in delicious virus juices and also watching an awful lot of “30 Minute Meals” and “Flip That House” and occasionally some “Little House on the Prairie” because that way I can get the children to come lie on the couch with me and keep me warm.
All of which is fascinating, I know. I’m, like, the only person in the ENTIRE WORLD to ever get sick. Right? Right?? No? Oh. Well, then.
So far my favorite part of this illness was my mother telling me I should’ve gotten a flu shot, and I told her I DID get a flu shot, and she said then I couldn’t be sick. I said I definitely was sick, but it’s just a cold, and she said it couldn’t be a cold if I had a fever, and then my brain exploded. That was helpful.
The trip to see the family was called off, but we’d also been planning to visit some friends, and on Monday night as I put my sick daughter to bed and then sat down and started sneezing and getting a headache I suggested that Otto go ahead and visit his friends for a few days without us. “Are you sure?” he asked, all concern and tenderness.
“I’m sure. I am not going to be any fun at all for the next couple of days, I’m pretty sure.” And then I sneezed all over him and he packed a bag in record time and flew out the door.
While he was gone, the kids and I laid around like lumps. The first day we never got out of our pajamas, and the second day I insisted we all get dressed. That was really productive, because then I went back to lying down on the couch and they went back to playing computer games.
Today the kids went back to their dad’s house, enabling me to lie around in my bed instead of on the couch. When Otto returned this afternoon I was delighted to see him, and he tried to look happy to see my bedheaded, unwashed self. We have since watched a lot of television and eaten soup and I am seriously contemplating a shower. See how good he is for me?
We still have ceilings to paint and hedges to trim and a zillion other things to take care of, so I have decided to be All Better tomorrow. Surely that will work. And if it doesn’t, I’ll have to fake it, because I can’t watch any more television.