Aden is sick.
She has a fever and is achy and her eyes hurt.
I’m sad for her. I mean it. I really am. She’s pitiful, and she keeps saying “thank you, Mom” every time I bring her something. How sweet is that?
I suspect that the appropriate parental response is to be only sad.
I’m not appropriate. It’s a sickness, I tell you.
In addition to my sympathy, I’m delighted that all my plans for the day are shot.
I can’t leave my house, and I have the perfect excuse to cancel everything.
So far today, I’ve
- medicated, fed and watered my sick kid, wrapped her in a blanket and given her unlimited TV access
- swept and mopped my floor
- cleaned the clutter and filth off my kitchen table and counter tops
- questioned whether “filth” is too strong a word and decided it’s sadly accurate
- done two loads of dishes
- sanitized the kitchen sink (what with the filth and all)
- made myself a ham, manchego and spinach crepe for brunch… crepe… brunch… I’m such a happy woman right now
- washed off our kitchen chairs and table legs, and saw why I should do this way, way more regularly
- SAT DOWN for two cups of coffee at my immaculate table
- cleaned our grill
- reorganized an entire shelf of our pantry (yeah, the whole pantry would be more impressive, but that’s more than a day-long project)
- took out two garbage-can loads of trash
- read two chapters of a novel of questionable reputation
- and wrote a blog post while it was still daylight
It’s 2:15 in the afternoon. I’m so excited to see what I can do next!
I mean, poor Aden.