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It’s all about balance

I was supposed to go to the gym and work out this morning with a friend. I do not belong to the gym; she thought she had a free pass, but then couldn't find it. She called me back later to say she found it but it had already expired. I was sort of bummed, but then I remembered that I'm a lazy slug and didn't want to work out, anyway. Still, I'm as interested in fitness as the next health-conscious person. I have an elliptical trainer here at home, which I gave some thought to using. You know, since I was already in the workout mood. But then I realized that rather than working out, I could...

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Wake me up when you know something

I feel like my entire life is in flux. I'm on the cusp of something important that is just beyond my grasp. I know it's there and I'm just streeeeeeeeetching towards it and chanting "patience, patience, patience" in my head. But in the meantime? I gagged a huge and impressive gag while the nurse was swabbing my throat, and she didn't get a great sample. So the rapid strep test was negative. I was sent away with the cheerful news that they'll call to let me know if the regular test comes up positive, because "it sure does look like strep!" On this particular issue, it makes good sense to nap...

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Priorities

I should be at church right now, at pre-service choir rehearsal. Obviously, I am not. After going to bed at 10:00 last night and sleeping until 8:00 this morning, I woke up experiencing The Return Of Mysterious Fever And Also Feeling Like Ass. I stumbled downstairs and croaked to the children that we needed to get ready for church... then noted that my voice was shot and said nevermind, we're staying home. (Someday we can delve into why I feel more of a commitment to show up and sing than I do to just show up and worship, but not today.) Should I be worried about the little impromptu victory...

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I’m on fire!

But, uh, not in the good way. I'm running a fever. Which is fabulous timing, because it's not like I have anything I needed to be doing today, or anything.... My ex called on Sunday night to warn me that he had a fever. The call was ostensibly to alert me to the children possibly having been exposed, but I suspect they got him sick, rather than the other way around. I also suspect he was looking for some sympathy. "Get some rest!" I cheerfully suggested. He stayed home from work yesterday, and still had a fever when he called to talk to the kids. By that time--right before dinner--I was...

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Also seasonal, but much less festive

I spent the day at home, trying to entertain an exhausted and still-coughing boychild. I thought the evening would be an improvement. That was before I found myself in the bathroom scrubbing vomit from the grout, having this tender exchange with my other child: Me: DO NOT remove your HEAD from that BUCKET. Honey. Her: *pitiful response from inside the bucket* Mama, are you puking, too? Me: No, honey, just gagging. Her: *HEAVE* How come? Me: Because... ummm... *gag* I'm an unfit mother. Hey Dad... I'm SO SORRY about all those times you had to clean up my puke. This was a genius way to achieve...

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I guess he didn’t want to hear me sing

Ask me how the concert was. Go on, ask. You know you want to. Okay, I'll tell you. The concert was fine. Mostly. Except that shortly before my piece I noticed my father was conspicuously absent, and by the time we were assembling to start, he wasn't back. Then as we sang through it, I watched as several other people came in, fetched other people, and went out again. Everyone who was "fetched" was a nurse. Have I mentioned that my dad has some heart problems? I have no idea what I sang or how it went. When it was done I tried to look as casual as possible as I bolted out of the sanctuary and...

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I’m frozen!

Monkey turned to ice multiple times this morning. Tragic, really. I'd be asking him to do something like, say, put on his socks, and suddenly he would be stock-still intoning through nearly-motionless lips "Uh oh! He's frozen in a block of ice!" A good way to generate enough heat to melt a big block of ice is tickling, by the way. I'm just sayin'. Chickadee has had a nasty cold for about four days, now. I know she's sick because she produces the ongoing Symphony of Snot--you know the one, it's that continuous snuffle-gargle sound--until I fall to my knees and cry out, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD...

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Only 7 more hours of Monday….

Everyone made it through the day, more or less. Monkey needs "some more-a dat snot-melting stuff!" Chickadee says there is something angry in her tummy. Both of them are laying on the couch watching Noggin. Me? I'm wondering if I can put the kids to bed at 6. Out of concern for their health, natch. Not because I've been sick, myself, all day. That would be selfish. And any mother worth her salt can handle a fun-filled day with the kids on one cup of tea and three Ritz crackers. Do you think they'll let me read them a bedtime story in the bathroom? No...? I'm supposed to be baking dessert for...

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