I sound like Rudolph when they make him wear that silly black nose cover.
Snerrfle, snort, snot.
I spent the day at work using up their tissues and hand sanitizer. I should have been home.
I need a nap, a day of bad daytime TV (though I can still proudly say I’ve never seen an entire episode of a daytime soap straight through!), and some good old fashioned, knock-me-out cold medicine.
But I have a toddler, a full-time job, just about no time off left, and I’m pregnant, which means that most of the good cold medicines are off limits.
Plus, I’m stuck in that mom rut – I know that if I actually had a day to sit around and do nothing, I wouldn’t be able to do it. The to-do list that runs through my head at 2am would haunt me. I’m beginning to understand why people take vacations. On vacation (not a stay-cation), there is no dry cleaning to be picked up, no runs to the store, no appointments to schedule, no gifts to be wrapped, no halls to be decked, no dust, no cat to be fed. Forget a day off… I’ve changed my mind, I want a vacation.
But I’ve decided that tonight, I’m ordering Chinese food. I’m letting my amazing husband pick up most of the childcare duties. I’m not going to scurry around the house picking up messes, toys and dishes when I get home. I’m going to hug my boys, put on my PJs and we’re all going to eat our dumplings under a quilt, in front of the Grinch. And then, instead of scurrying around doing more cleaning, or wrapping, or e-mail responding, or whatever, I’m going to go to bed. I may even beat my 18 month old to the pillow.
And the best part? I’m not going to worry about all the stuff that I’m putting off for another day.