People are such babies when they’re sick. It drives me bananas. When a person cancels an event, calls into work, or lays around all day just because of a little sniffle, you bet I’m the first one to think (not say), “Toughen up! Grab a cough drop and get back to work!”
What a hypocrite.
I haven’t been sick since around New Year’s. I had THE cold to blot out all colds with no ability to take medicine because I was pregnant with Liam. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t sleep, I had a bouncy child inside me, and I was miserable. That experience was a million times worse than the pesky congestion I have now, but I’m an even bigger whiner. I sleep as often as I can, I don’t do the dishes, and I cross my fingers that my compassionate husband will offer to make dinner. I’ve turned into the sick shut-in I secretly criticize from my ivory tower of health and find myself in quite the pickle of an inner conflict: is my behavior justified or should I just wipe my nose before putting it back to the grindstone? Honestly, I’m hyper-attentive to my sniffles because I want to ward off the threat of Liam being sick. It’s going to happen sometime, but I would like to delay it for as long as possible; so I’ve turned myself into a garbage disposal of vitamins, water, Zicam, and Alka Seltzer. And aside from this, I have reformed: sickness needs time and nurturing and this cold is just what I needed to knock me off my high horse.
And now for something completely different:
You can’t be too hasty. In anything, really, but especially in home improvements. Last week I burned some cash in an urgent effort toward home decorating before Erin arrived. Now, after she’s left Shreveport, I look at the items I purchased and I have decided to keep ONE of the bunch and take the rest back. I would like to mimic this wall from Pottery Barn, but just not now. I didn’t realize when I was rummaging through Hobby Lobby’s photo and wall frame sections that such a project is quite the undertaking, requiring patience and planning and, Lord help me, THOUGHT. I determinedly marched into the place, eager to get my frames, get pictures printed, and have the wall done at last; but I grew more insecure in my creativity and preparedness by the minute and wound up with a bunch of frames that, in hindsight, do not satisfy my ambitions. Time to take it slow. I’m sure the house will be decorated before I die.
