Self-pitying post.

[rivka]

I feel sooooo sick. I can't take a deep breath and I'm congested and my whole body aches.

I had a very long day at work, during which I tried to cram new-grant startup activities into a day already filled with everything I have to do in order to leave town for three days plus getting Lydia to sign off on the talk I'm going to be delivering.

It's church budget season, which meant that Michael had an epic Board meeting tonight and couldn't pick up on any of the household tasks I would normally get out of for being sick. And I couldn't skimp on them, either, because you just don't do that to a spouse who is about to do two and a half solo days with your three-year-old.

And Alex asked with great specificity for a particular dinner which involved actual cooking and more than one pan, and then took two bites and decided she was done. And I had to wash her hair tonight. Neither of these things is high on the list of pleasant bonding experiences you want to have with your child just before leaving her for three days.

And it is purely ridiculous that the Society of Behavioral Medicine meeting and Michael's league's fantasy baseball draft both occur on the same day, given that they are both brief annual events, but they do, and we still haven't managed to find a babysitter for Saturday morning.

And I just left Michael a note explaining that there are wet clothes in the dryer, which will not start.

And I found mouse turds in the cabinet under the sink. On a cutting board that I was about to use. (Me: "Augh! I hate having mice in the house." Alex: "I love having little mice in the house! I want to have them all around us." And here I thought she dropped food on the floor because of poor coordination.) Which meant that instead of just doing the dishes and calling it a night I had to inspect the pantry for damage and/or droppings, painstakingly wipe every tiny crumb of food or smear of oil off the counters and sink, and vacuum the floor under Alex's chair, and spot-vacuum all the snack crumbs in the playroom carpet, because mice may be inevitable in an old house but you can contain them somewhat with good hygiene practices.

Did I mention that I feel incredibly sick? I feel incredibly sick. And I have to get on a plane tomorrow afternoon, after first stocking the house with groceries so my family can eat while I'm gone, not to mention packing. And then on Friday I have to give a talk.

Argh.

Okay, going to bed now.

Comments

[fairoriana.livejournal.com]

Oh argh! That is really truly unfair. Sometimes parenting is just unrelenting.