Sick Sucks

I'm writing this post from what I can only presume is my death bed.

Okay, so maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but I am sick, y'all. And so are all three of my boys. Only they're not sick in the "let's-lay-around-and-watch-TV-snuggled-under-blankets-and-recuperate" way. Of course not. They're acting as crazy and rambunctious as always, with the addition of a whole bunch of extra whining and wheezing and irritability and about ten times more snot.

Which of course means that my house is falling to pieces around me. This is day two of the illness, so laundry and clutter and toys are piling up with a quickness. I swear, the heavens were conspiring to torture me when they made me a natural neat freak and then stuck me with three piglets boys and a husband who is somehow impervious to the psychological effects of filth. I swear, I could be a non-cleaning hoarder with a cat-poop carpet and he'd never notice. Fortunately for him, I'm not - but unfortunately for me, no one around here seems to care about neatness and order as much as I do. "Just let it go" sounds really good in theory, but the thing is, it's not like anyone would pick up my slack.

So that's why, ever since I opened my crusty eyes this morning, I've been a raging bitch a tad cranky. I woke up mad that Curtis, who is on call 24-7 for his job, could ditch our weekend plans without a second thought when his stupid work cell phone rings, but can't call off to take care of me when I'm down. (I know, that's a hateful thing to say, but that's how I felt this morning. Just keepin' it real, y'all.) Before I even got up, I was yelling (er, croaking) things like, "Leave your brother alone!" and "Do not throw that!" and "Leave. Your brother. ALONE!!!" Then I peeled myself out of the bed and staggered into the kitchen, wracked with chills and a raw, burning throat, only to be faced with the clutter left over from yesterday - including the bag of Chinese takeout trash from last night's dinner. Seriously? Curtis left for work this morning and couldn't even take the stinking bag down to the trash can on his way out?

Rita was not a happy camper.

What sucks is that I've spent two of the last three weekends sick. First I had strep. Then I had one clear weekend, and now this, whatever it is. Normally I only get sick like twice a year, so my declining health as of late has been a real bummer. But this is also the first year I've had a child in public school who I swear brings home every damn germ breathed into his general vicinity.

The kicker? He only gets mildly ill. For, like, half a day. His brothers and I, on the other hand, get the full effect.

Anyway, even though it turned into a fever-fueled rant, the point of this post originally was to tell y'all that I'll post something better tomorrow. Unless I am in fact on my deathbed.

Did anyone ever die of overexposure to clutter? 'Cause I just might be the first.



  1. Bummer. I can totally feel your pain. Wish I was there I'd come over deliver soup and remove the boys. Hugs.

  2. I feel you! Moms are not allowed to be sick. Which ticks me off when I do get sick, because the house goes to the dogs, no one notices the filth, and I'm still expected to feed everyone. But when men get sick,ooooohhhh boooyyy. It's like having another child.

  3. I don't know about exposure to clutter, but they did recently intervene on a hoarder...and found his mother's mummified corpse amongst the clutter. She'd been dead 10 years.

  4. I'm sorry! This my my oldest's first year in Preschool and we were sick from Sept through Feb. ugh!
    I could possibly die of overexposure to clutter. Just sayin' that you are not alone.

  5. You should become a public school teacher. We get really sick that first year and then our antibodies are built up so well that we rarely get sick again.

    That being said, good luck on your road to recovery.

  6. Being a mom and being sick along with kids who are sick is not fun. My son is also the type of sicky who can still run around like it's no big deal. Hope you get better soon.

  7. Wish I lived closer so I could help, but of course I'd catch it too. ;o) I'd tell you not to worry about the house and laundry, but you already know I'm a neat-freak, too. So I'll just say, "Feel better soon.....and if tomorrow isn't better, ask Curtis to stay home and help out." XXXOOO

  8. It seems to be going around. I feel your pain. My boys (hubbs included) seem to have the same problem. Must be a chromosomal defect... yep, the Y chromosome! :)
    Hope you are on the upswing soon!

  9. Oh Sister....I feel you and I'm sorry you're having to suffer with the clutter. Wait. I mean I'm sooo sorry that you're sick, AGAIN. AND I'm sorry for the clutter, 'cause that is what sends me over the edge too. Hang in there friend.

  10. I'm so sorry you're going through this. My allergies have been terrible lately and I've been a tad cranky (ran my family off) myself. I hope that you all get well soon!...and don't get it again, like, ever. Take care. : )


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