It’s now official. I have been sick for 7 days. Some sort of Upper Respitory super-bug, I think. While I feel better than I did last week, the state of my house makes me wish that I could just stay sick.
Seriously? Who thought letting Mom’s get sick would be a good idea?
1. I am 6 days behind on laundry. Estimated time to catch up – 14 days.
2. I tore the kitchen apart to finish caulking the baseboards so I can paint before I got sick. Estimated time to catch up – 2 days
3. The kids decided to have a sleepover in the toy room (I was delirious, so I don’t recall giving permission, but they insist) complete with a fort made of 37 blankets, 3 beanbags and 12 pillows. And a confetti party. And a block tower using all of the blocks we own, plus some I am sure they must have raided a neighbors house to get. I didn’t think we owned that many blocks. Estimated time to catch up – 5 days
4. Dishes. Apparently the family still ate while I was wasting away on the couch. I am not sure they know the dishwasher actually opens, because it is still empty from when I unloaded it before I got sick. Estimated time to catch up – 2 days.
So there you have it. 23 days worth of punishment for being sick.
Okay, not really, especially since the little confetti partying fools HAVE to help rectify the situation. Still. I could have done without the sick.