I have a cold.
A stupid, stinkin' cold. How did that happen?
I had a cold yesterday too, but chose to ignore it. I had two auditions that I had to focus on, so I doped myself up with DayQuil (NyQuil's red-headed stepchild) and soldiered on.
This morning I dutifully woke up when the alarm went off, dragged the child out of bed, fed the child breakfast, made the child's lunch and drove the child to school.
It was during my drive home from the school, wheezing and sniffling, that I realized I had no business being out of bed at all, and that my lazy-ass husband should have woken up and helped me out. And then that I realized that if I had actually woken my lazy-ass husband up and ASKED him to take the kid to school he would have, so I really only had my martyr-like-my-mother self to blame.
So today I allowed myself to stay in bed until Jude needed picking up from school. Which seemed very decadent, until I realized that staying home in bed is really terribly boring. Long ago, in my pre-motherhood days, I used to lollygag in bed all day all the time, and it seemed so restful. What on earth was I doing all that time?
In honor of the fact that Becky from Suburban Matron has arrived in Los Angeles and I'll actually get to hang out with her on Saturday (aren't you jealous?), I will express my sick day activities to you in a pie chart.
This is what I did...