Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Submitted with ultimate respect
Ok, if you're a working single mother, you absolutely rock the world.
I have been doing it for about 2 weeks now and I can unequivocally say that I would not survive if I had to do it forever knowing no one was eventually coming in and taking some of it off me. I would either die or go insane.
I am taking John back in today for his recheck. He told me on Saturday (I think, the days are all kind of a blur of dirty dishes, laundry and kids) that now the affected anatomical structure was now completely solid. He called the doctor and the doctor said that is actually a good thing. It means the healing process had begun. In simplistic terms he has a really large scab inside there. Now it's just a matter of waiting for it to dissolve and be reabsorbed. John actually got up a couple of times yesterday evening to talk me through making dinner. I decided that I wasn't going to be karmically responsible for feeding sodium bombs to my children for a month. Those microwave box dinners are just ridiculously bad for you. So I am actually cooking.
Now, I do know how to cook. Granted not as well as John and not as fancy either. I spent the early part of my working career in some form of food service or another. I spent about 2 years as a short order cook. When we were dating and first married, I did all the cooking. But John started actually enjoying cooking and I started getting so sick of it I'd rather eat cardboard than cook something so we switched. Now he is an extraordinary cook and I am the envy of all my female friends. But in an effort to relieve myself of the guilt of being partially responsible for him being laid up, I am cooking real food. Ugh.
I just keep popping vicoden and getting on with things. I made a couple more dump runs, got all the dishes washed, did most of the laundry. I discovered that the linen closet hadn't been emptied and washed since the skunk war so I took all that out. It was actually a good thing because I purged some of the linen that we hadn't used since we moved into the house. I still have a pile of clothes to wash and another pile to fold and put away. I need to make another dump run today and I have more recyclables to take next door to cash in. There were a couple of things that we forgot to put on the grocery list, the most glaring of which is COCA COLA!!!!! Geez!!! A small load of dishes to do and then I start tackling the counter and small table in the kitchen. You know how some of us have a table where we throw our papers and mail and junk thinking we will come back and get it, read it whatever and never do. So it builds up to paper piles of epic proportions? Well, I've got two of those I have to deal with. Yuck.
Ian and Aidan have been helping off and on with cleaning. They make a game out of filling up milk crates with toys or books or soda bottles and then dumping them where they are supposed to go. It doesn't last long though. LOLOL
I know it sounds like I am doing nothing but kvetching and I'm not even concerned about John's condition. I am, actually, but I just get so focused on this other stuff so I don't lose my motivation to keep doing it everyday. It sucks, but it needs to get done. And to be perfectly honest, I will be glad when John is better so he can take over doing some of this again. Every day I'm here at work I sit here trying not to fall asleep. A couple of times I HAVE fallen asleep right here in this not-very-comfortable office chair. And no one here gives a cr** about what I have to deal with at home (except Martie). I am an Admin Assistant. The rules that apply to everyone else around here don't apply to us. Other people can work from home, flex out their time. Take oodles and skads of time away from the office caring for sick parents, whelping puppies, you name it. But if I have to take one day off to care for a sick family member, all I hear about is my attendance. All of my work is done well and on time. Everyone who ever needs something from me gets it in a timely fashion. Maybe not as timely as they would like it but there are times when I have to look up an answer no matter if I'm here or not.
I'm just tired.
And when I get tired I get whiney and start feeling sorry for myself. LOLOL
Take me with a grain of salt, folks. :oD
Peace
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