I’ve been sick.
When you’re sick, you look for ways to survive the chills from fever, or raw sore throat, and inevitably, you find yourself lying in bed with more time on your hands. When I realized whining wasn’t getting me anywhere, and furthermore sounded annoying, here’s how I spent my time.
Though, not proudly.
I watched a marathon of “Keeping Up with the Kardashians” reruns. Why I never turned it off after the end of each episode is beyond me. This family is down-right dysfunctional, but hey, aren’t we all?
I ate half a box of popsicles in one day.
I quizzed my son on his flashcards, and literally could not bring myself to lift my head off the table to check his answers. Luckily, he’s good at math.
I wore my big, fuzzy robe all day, even to the mailbox, and when I greeted my oldest at the door when he came home from school, he said, “Are you wearing THAT because you’re sick?”
When I asked the doctor how long till the meds will kick in and I will feel better, she responded, “Three days.” I’m pretty sure I cried in a fetal position and told her I can’t wait that long. Or something like that.
When the Kardashians episodes were over, I watched ‘Dog, The Bounty Hunter.’ Enough said.
I wanted my Mom. I don’t care how old I am.
And there you have it.