I should've known earlier in the day. I just thought that I was feeling a little down. You know, Joe left last weekend and school schedule for all of the younger three. Multiple trips to Lyons. I ran an errand and thought I needed a cup of coffee because I was feeling so sssllllooowww. And I'd already lounged under a blanket for a couple of hours. But, I went on home, didn't get the coffee after all because I forgot. Not really with it. Should have know, again. Got home and thought that I should get to some things. I had made zucchini bread earlier in the. Points for that, right?
But, I grabbed my blanket and got on the bed. Turned on the tv and was asleep. Woke up burning hot. Thought, (yes, I'm a little slow), wow, it really warmed up today. Threw off the blanket. Tried to wake up. Just couldn't feel motivated. But grabbed the thermometer that was at hand......and shock of shocks. I was feverish. Oh No!! I downed my tylenol. A while later my advil. I ate ice cream. I couldn't shake the fever......though I did have some times of shaking. So, I did the unthinkable. I went back to sleep. In the middle of the day. With the dinner yet uncooked. Without having gone out to buy the milk. Which I am regretting now because I have to leave in a few minutes to collect the sweet cross country runners and they are starving as soon as they hit the car. Can't make my mashed taters without milk. But what does that tell you?
Yes, I only slept enough that I would still have the perfect amount of time to make the pork chops and peel the taters. On a good day, peeling taters is the bane of my existence. Today, let's just say, I now believe in Purgatory. Eighteen potatoes for a family of six. Yeah, I know. Have you ever had three teen boys running cross country? It's freakish how much food they have to take in to just keep going. And my little dainty daughter, well let's just say she's no fainting flower, she runs hard and loves her mashed taters.
But today as I was self talking myself to get out of bed, I wondered what would happen if I simply did not. I mean, obviously I could. I did not faint. Not yet. I did not throw up. That's the good news, my tummy is fine.:) I guess the world would not have ended, but it sure would have been inconvenient. It would have taken two or three others to take my place making the dinner, doing the driving and making sure we have what we need around the house. Oh, they CAN do it. But why? I mean, mom is always able to get done what has to be done.
That's somehow in the job description. I never knew it. I am not a particularly driven person. But, over the years I have learned. They might or might not know it, but they need me. It's rewarding. It's a very good feeling. Most of the time. Today however, I was wracking my brain for something else. I just wanted to go AWOL. Too tired. Too emotional about the whole "my kid went away" thing. But, there is no mother sub-list. I looked.
So that's it. That's my pathetic day. The good news is that dinner smells great and when I get my errands done I hope to lay down with a book and perhaps doze off.
blessings,
rhonda
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