You Know You’re Sick When . . .

So, I spent the better part of last week either in bed or laid out on the couch. What started out as some sort of allergy/flu thing turned into a chest cold, and my week took a turn for the worse.

 

You know you’re sick when . . .

• You’re rendered incapable of doing much more than making sure the kids didn’t kill themselves
• Chocolate cake that hubby brought home on his break seems good enough for the kids for dinner (hey, they wouldn’t complain).
• You send the kids to Grandma’s house for a few hours just to get some rest.
• You don’t understand what all the fuss is about–the TV does make a good babysitter.
• You sound like an old lady with lung cancer.
• You pull out your computer, and you’re head starts pounding purely on principle.
• Hubby takes one look at you and sends you back upstairs to bed.
• You dissolve into a fit of tears just because the dishes aren’t done (and neither is the laundry, the playroom is a mess, and you can’t find the Advil).
• You actually look forward to being able to clean again.
• You walk around in a fog that keeps you from realizing that you’re stirring the soup with a comb and combing your kid’s hair with a spoon.

 

Some of these really happened. Some of them didn’t. Can you tell the difference?

What about you? Fill in the blank: You know youi’re sick when __________________________.

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