As I lounge here on the couch, portable computer on my lap, waiting for the lingering unpleasantries of this illness to pass, I am suddenly in the mood to make myself some cheery pajama pants.
I’ll let you in on a gross little secret. My last shower was on Tuesday night. And the gray t-shirt and yoga pants that I put on after that shower? I’m still wearing them. Yeah, ewwwwww. In fact, let’s just say that again: ewwwwww. [edited to say: Good news – I was wrong. It was Wednesday. Still gross, but not quite as much.]
How did I come to be so gray and slimy? As it happened, 4am on Wednesday was when the evil virus first reared it’s ugly head around here, and all day Wednesday, Eamonn was just too sick to leave alone for 15 minutes at a time. [edited to say: it was at this point that I left Neil in charge of Eamonn and got that Wednesday evening shower I originally thought was on Tuesday.] By Thursday morning, he was somewhat better, but if I was going to be spending all day keeping him company and not being seen in public, I saw no reason why I needed to shower. It had only been a day and a half a half day. I figured I’d take one that night, but then Neil and Aidan had to go out, and Eamonn was clingy so I skipped it. There would always be Friday morning, and by then I’d definitely want it. I wish I had realized that I’d be throwing up all night between Thursday and Friday, and spending the subsequent days not sure I could be trusted to stand upright long enough to get a decent shower. So now it’s Sunday (right? I think I’ve lost track…) and I just have to say again, ewwwwww.
TMI? Perhaps. Ok, almost definitely. But if nothing else, it should illustrate just how gross I feel. And how, suddenly, the idea of being squeaky clean and wearing something bright and cheery, made especially for me, would be super appealing right now. It might even be enough to make me feel downright healthy again.
I think I’m well enough to handle a quick shower at this point, but Aidan and Neil are now sick. Thankfully, they don’t seem to be quite as afflicted and Eamonn and I were, but they’re still feeling really unwell. Aidan is immobile on the other part of the couch and Neil seems to have disappeared. Probably upstairs lying down. Eamonn seems to be the only person in this house who is 100% well at this point. Glad he’s feeling better, and that bodes well for me, too. I should be ok tomorrow. But I am, unfortunately, the most healthy adult in the house at the moment, despite how I actually feel, and I’m not sure I can disappear to take a shower. And I certainly can’t run off and sew up a pair of cheery pants. 🙁
You know what else? Apparently nobody wants to read about gray and slimy people. My stats have tanked these last few days, LOL! Can’t say I blame anyone. How about we end on a cuter note?
Eamonn was too sick for any fanfare on his real birthday (Friday), but on Saturday Neil put a candle in a cupcake that he bought, and we sang “Happy Birthday.” Eamonn enjoyed that, although his stomach couldn’t actually handle the cupcake itself until this morning.
Man, have I ever got to do something nice for this poor kid’s birthday when we all feel better!
And I don’t even want to think about what my to-do list looks like at this point.
A shower and some cheery pajama pants sure would make me feel better, I bet 😀