I must have taken two steps back this weekend. I finally got antibiotics for an upper respiratory infection that has haunted me for a month now. I've got a nagging cough and lagging energy. The mere prospect of tidying the children's room is exhausting. It's actually a many stepped process. You see, Lucy got a hold of some rolls and Hansel-and-Greteled the place as if she were planning on losing her way out.
Also, their playroom is a disaster. I know from their report cards that both of my children know how to tidy up after themselves. But upon my request that they go in there and straighten that room up, I get an Oscar award winning performance from a couple of would be miners who would rather do anything than go back down that dark shaft again, lest it cave in on them or give them the black lung. The minute I mention it, they break out the guitars and union protest songs until I give up and string crime scene tape across the door.
But I'm making progress. I got the dishes done, which were strewn from wall-to-wall. I ran the sweeper and made a path through crumb road. I got dressed. I fixed lunch, which brought high praise from my daughters. Riley called it the best lunch she'd ever had.
In between the small bursts of activity, we've lounged around watching TV all day. Fortunately, the neighbor girl invited Riley over and she's been there for a couple of hours now. By the way, Captain, your mother-in-law says "Hi!"
Wish me luck on my recovery. I've got half a Z-pack under my belt and things are looking and coughing up. Maybe by Wednesday I'll feel like myself again. Until then...go clean your room!