Unfortunately, my eight year old is huddled on the sofa with a case of what I'm pretty sure is strep throat. My BFA in Theatre Arts somehow gives me the knowledge and experience to diagnose him. That, or battling that stupid bacteria for the last ten years. I've a MOM degree. It's like a sixth sense. A sixth sense that get's awakened in the wee hours of the morning when your child has stuff coming out of him that should just not BE.
Can I give it back? Is that an option? I don't remember checking that particular box.
By the way, whatever happened to Aaron being the iron man in the family? This is the second time the kid's been sick this year. I blame the disgusting breeding ground of germs in which he spends 8 hours a day.
Some people merely call it 'the elementary school.' My name has more flair.
You know how I don't work, right? I'm a stay at home mom, and I teach one afternoon a week. And volunteer at the above breeding ground one day a week. And do odd jobs for the theatre. And cook for my home group every Wednesday. And make sure all my family has clean clothes, vacuumed floors, clean bathrooms and are fed at least two meals 7 days a week. Somehow, even though I don't work, my days are always completely full. For Christmas this year, I have added tasks: getting gifts and door prizes for the company Christmas party, gift certificates for same, wrapping presents, hosting several parties at the house (so far I'm up to 4), sewing several projects for friends and family, making goodie baskets for AAA Electric's customers (which will include two solid days of baking),and currently top on my list of things to do is get new furniture for Nolan's office. It was repainted several months ago, and he's ready to have the pictures back up on the wall and someplace for people to sit when he bawls them out.
I'm glad I don't work for him, anymore. He FIRED me. He fired HIS MOTHER, too. We're both still a little bitter about it.
(In actuality it had something to do with taxes, and we make more money now than we did befopre, but that's beside the point. HE STILL FIRED US. And he didn't even do it face to face. He fired me OVER THE PHONE. Chuh.)
But that's a post for another day.
What I'm saying in the midst of all the whining and complaining that this post has turned out to be (er, sorry), is that I'm feeling overbooked. I'm sure it'll pass and by this afternoon I'll be a whirl of wrapping paper and furniture shopping. But for right now, I'm in a slight panic that not everything is going to get done. I've had to postpone my Dr. appt. for my bruised ribs (which are SO not better), but kids come first, right?
I'm going to go put on some lipstick and plaster on a smile. It's always worked before!
Cover me, I'm going in.