Friday, October 9, 2009


During my 7-day run of being sick, Codie was left in charge of my care during the day. Most of the days she wasn’t this calmbut by day 6, I think she realized I was serious. And I wasn’t leaving the couch. And so, she joined me.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Hubby Care

He made me soup. He brought me juice and water with a straw. He found zinc and vitamin c for me. And to top it all off, when I requested some apples and bananas he came back with Honeycrisp (my favorite) and they were organic. That’s how I know he loves me.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Not Me Monday

Not me, no never! I am definitely not one of those teachers who preaches, “Do as I say, not as I do.” I would never do that especially when it comes to being sick. If I’m sick, I’m going to stay home. I would not wait until 11 pm to finally decide to take the morning off. I would never feel guilty about it. And then, when 10:00 am the next day approached and I could barely keep my eyes open, I would never decide, “Hmm, maybe I should stay home the whole day.” What teacher does that? They feel sick they stay home, right?

While trying to stay healthy I most certainly not almost OD on vitamin c. Who would be that desperate to get better? And I’m certainly not going through a package of zinc like they’re going out of style.

When hubby made chili last night and touted about cleaning up the kitchen, I most certainly didn’t want to say “Welcome to my world. It’s your mess so you clean it up!” What kind of wife would think that?

Time for bed!

Sunday, October 4, 2009


I hate being sick. I don’t like being achy, hot then cold, so sensitive to touch I cringe, plugged ears and then echoing ears, and bawling over dumb things. I’ve packed vitamin c, my regular daily vitamin, lots of fluids, Tylenol, etcand I still feel like, um, poo.

I cannot go to school today said little Peggy Ann McKay. I have the measles and the mumps. A gash a rash and purple bumps

*Shel Silverstein

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Wonder of Magazines

I miss lazy days where I can do exactly as I please, like read magazines all day. I get them as Christmas presents (the subscriptions) and they are my little addiction. Martha Stewart, Real Simple, Family Fun, Everyday Foods, All You. There’s something about magazines that are so appealing. Is it the lovely photos? The gorgeous set ups that I wish were in my house but know we could never afford? Maybe the delicious recipes that I drool over? It must be a combination of all these things.

A good cup of coffee, some comfortable clothes, my soft brown blanket and my couch, and a magazine