boredom

Today is one of those days when I wish I had a car. I’m a little stir crazy today. I just want out of the house to wander free and look at things that are not the inside of my house, and I like my house.

#5 has been sick. There’s nothing like a throwing up one year old to make you wish to be anywhere else. He seems fine this morning, but he seemed fine yesterday up until the moment he threw up on the couch, and fine the day before that until he got it…you get the idea. Two days of sick boy and I have cabin fever. I think it’s because I fear the next go-round. Someone else in this house is bound to come down with it. It’s only a matter of time.

We’re in good shape unless that person is me. Moms aren’t allowed to get sick. Even when we are we still have to be the “mom”. When the children are sick I cater to their wants and needs and set them up in the big bed in my room with the remote, warm jello, and me at their beck and call. When the Computer Guy gets sick, he takes the day off of work and I try and keep the natives quiet. That usually involves a 5 hour trip to the science museum so that he can sleep. We move heaven and earth to get him healthy again, because we need him to to work (and because he’s a miserable patient like every other man I know).

When I get sick, I get a kiss on the forehead and told “Try and get some rest.” and the Computer Guy goes to work and leaves me alone with five children. Yes, they’re all my children, but I don’t really want them around me when I’m sick. They already follow me everywhere…shouldn’t I get to be sick in peace? Why am I complaining about things that haven’t happened yet? This isn’t like me. I’m the optimist around here.

I need to get out of the house. The walls are closing in on me and making me obsess about things that might never happen. The Computer Guy will be out late tonight. I think I’m going to order Chinese food, put the kids to bed early, call my friend in Kentucky and watch a little trash TV with her. There’s nothing like being able to feel vastly superior to the crazies on reality television to make you appreciate your life. Thank goodness for trash TV and a good friend to watch it with. I really am bored…or pathetic…let’s go with bored.