You other Moms - do your kids and husband live like animals when you're sick? Once I'm thinking clearly I get a good look around and marvel at how fast things degenerate without my consistent nagging. Proof that I really am the heart of this family, and I need to get healthier so I can keep my job. The other sad thing about being a Mom is that folks don't take CARE of you the way you do when THEY are down and out. Don't get me wrong. Johnny C brought me my drugs, and brought home so chicken fingers. But they aren't a MOM and don't do it like a MOM.
Right before surgery, when the anesthesiologist is listing my medical maladies, it dawned on me that I'm now a cliche. A boring fat midwestern female cliche, with the requisite GERD, sleep apnea, etc. At least I'm not diabetic . . . yet.
This is not a good realization right before Christmas Cookie Season! Tomorrow is my annual cookie day with MG, followed by a cookie exchange with the Minnesota Bloggers. So maybe I'll start making better choices on Sunday, Yeah Sunday, that'll work.
7 comments:
Glad to hear you're on the mend.
Awww...wish I could have had the time to come and Mom you- glad you're on the mend- and sad to hear that it is tomorrow that is the cookie day...I really need to get organized- I would have liked to go but now have familial obligations and new glasses- (bifocals) to retrieve from the eye doctor store.
Think of me whilst you revel in dough- I'll be JEAN SHOPPING WITH OLDEST...save me.
I am glad it went well. Atta girl.
You should make ovary shaped sugar cookies to commemorate the occasion.
I'm glad you're doing better. To answer your question, let's just say it's not my consistent nagging that keeps this place from going to hell quickly.
It's the fact that after I'm done nagging, I do all the crap myself. With commentary, of course.
Get better!
I'm happy you're feeling better. As a single mom, my girls have tried to mother me when I'm sick, but you're right. It isn't the same...Although, it is nice when they realize that yes, I am THAT sick and take things upon themselves.
You are so right about everything disintegrating when the mom is sick (or out of town). Totally.
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