I’m dreaming of a far off land with sandy beaches, glorious weather and a beautiful sunset (because sunrises come way too early in the morning). I can picture myself walking along the beach, talking with Chip and enjoying every second of it.
Instead, I’m at home. The kids are running around like maniacs and it’s raining so I can’t even send them outside. I have baths to give, lunch to make, reading and other lessons to do, laundry is piling up, the house needs a good straigthening, and a million other things. Chip’s still not at 100%, Seth’s pink eye is getting better in the first eye but has spread to the second and, oh yeah, did I mention that I woke up with a COLD this morning?
That’s right – I’m S-I-C-K!!! And I’m just downright angry about it this morning! I do NOT want to be sick. I stayed away from my husband so I wouldn’t get sick. To a point where I missed him even though he’s been home for the past 2 weeks! He was finally at a point where we knew it would be safe for me to kiss him again and now what? *I* wake up with a stinking cold! I could just cry!
So, for today, I’ll live in my daydreams. I’ll ignore my runny nose and my itchy eyes, I’ll let the kids have their fun (as long as it doesn’t destroy something or someone), and I’ll pretend I’m laying on a beach basking in the sun. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?