I am totally cranky today. I just can't kick it. I have a pretty bad cold and I think I am just tired of being down and out.
I am tired of being stuck inside, making sure I don't overdo it, even though I overdo it plenty while being inside.
I am tired of staring at my dirty kitchen floor.
The boys have been sick. Both are better. Evy has a leftover cough and we are still on the 4 times a day meds for Merritt's pink eyes.
Today, I am tired of being a human climbing structure. Tired of being kicked in the chest when I change diapers, tired of being the one in charge.
I am just feeling sorry for myself. Poor me. Really high on the selfpity. I just need to get over it, as I cough up some phlegm.
Who decided how to spell phlegm anyway? Some latin word origin, maybe, but I am pretty sure that at sometime some society spelled it with an 'f'.
In all, I am extremely blessed, really. Super friend Connie came over a couple of times last week so I could get a nap and continue healing. And, it does look pretty, today, with everything covered in snow. And, I get lots of hugs from my boys. And, I am wearing soft socks. And, Merritt is giggling at Curious George and both of them are sitting next to me, all quiet and still for a moment.
