Sick days

I.am.sick.

This is horrible. I've had this no good, nasty, get away from me, terrible, awful, ruin your day cold since MONDAY!!!! That's 4 days, people. 4 long, long, LONG days.

This can NOT happen.

Moms simply cannot be sick. There is too much to do. My house is a wreck. My boys have eaten like vultures for 4 days - I don't think we've had a single meal that would even count as a food group. I'm pretty sure last night Sam ate chocolate chip cookies for dinner. The horror.

AND....

I feel bad. I can't breath. I can't think. I can't function like this.

AND....

The list of medications I can take make me want to cry.

No dayquil. No nyquil. No real drugs.

How did they survive in the dark ages before the "quils" came along? How did mothers make it?

A lot of them probably died.

I'm just kidding. They probably sucked it up and carried on with their work.

The agony. The pain. I don't want to suck it up. I want to pamper myself. I want to sleep. I want to breath normally again.

Last night I would have traded my left pinki toe for two hours of sleep. I went to Walmart at 1 a.m. for some supplies. I looked around for someone to offer my toe. Do you know the kind of people that go to Walmart at 1 a.m.? Desperate people.

I saw mothers wandering the isles looking for drugs.

I saw fathers with cartons of ice cream and pickles.

Desperate people. People wanting sleep. People who might buy a toe.

I asked a man - he said no. I had the manager page my request. There were no takers.

So - I crawled back into my truck and drove home.

Tonight...tonight *maybe* I will sleep.