I declare it, so it shall be.

My husband has a cold and so this week feels like the last week of my life.  I try to tell myself that I won’t get sick due to my daily exercise and my healthy diet and my skin-drying constant, obsessive hand-washing, but I know I’m lying to myself.  I’ll wake up with a sore throat Friday afternoon and suffer all weekend.

But no!  I won’t accept that!  I will not get sick!  I don’t want to be sick!  I refuse to get sick.  Sickness is forbidden to take ahold of me.  I won’t allow it.  No sickness here!

My husband is napping right now, sleeping away his weekly day off.  I will resent his nap when I am unable to nap next week when I have my turn.  (No!  I WILL NOT GET SICK!)  Because as we all know, moms do not have sick time.  We just muddle through, ignoring our fiery throats and our pounding heads and our mucus-dripping noses.  But not me!  No, sir-ee-bob, because I AM NOT GETTING SICK.

My only biggest accomplishment of the day is in the clean refrigerator.  Not only did I clean out the refrigerator (please tell me why I keep buying cabbage, but never cook it?), I also prepared a turkey meatloaf and peeled potatoes so dinner preparation will be a snap.  Of course, because I frittered (mmm, fritters) away the morning (when the boys were at P.E. at the YMCA), I didn’t answer the emails that are cluttering my inbox and jamming up the whole internet.  So, if your internet connection seems slow today, you can blame me.

Well, naptime has come to an end.  And I think I’ll go drink another vitamin concoction because I WILL NOT GET SICK.  No way.  No how.  No.

9 thoughts on “I declare it, so it shall be.

  1. I was saying that only last week when the girls were taking turns at the yuck, one after the other.

    Now I’m sneezing, sniffling, and generally miserable. But I will not get sick.

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  2. Airborne – I believe so fully in this stuff, I should have stock and be a spokesperson. Take it now to ward off that cold because you are dead on: Mom’s don’t have time to be sick. Fight the good fight, Mel!

    (And clean out those emails. I need a little faster speed here…)

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