No Whining (?)

So I forgot that Jackson’s preschool was out today. I went to bed last night, high on Nyquil, mumbling to my husband about getting Jackson off to school without me in the morning.

He’s so sweet, so—of course—he complied.

I got up just for the few minutes he needed to be in the shower and packed Jackson’s lunch. Off they went and back to bed for me.

I have no suitable words to tell you how absolutely decadent it is to be able to crawl back into bed knowing that no husbands and children will be neglected by it. I was feeling so crummy and stopped up, breathing like a Dyson, but slipping back under still-warm covers was heaven.

A mere ninety minutes later, I feel an unwelcome tugging on my covers accompanied by the words, “Jackson’s school is out today, he’s in the living room watching a video.”

Oh, GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“Okay.”

So Mollie crawled out of her sick bed, stumbled toward the kitchen and poured herself a big mug of strong coffee. She swallowed a tab of Loratadine, took two hits of nasal spray, and stepped into what she likes to call her big-girl pants.

No time for whining. No time for sinusitis.

I’ve done some laundry, had a shower, and got my little man down for his nap. Maybe I’ll do some menu planning and finish up clipping those coupons from last week. Just a few hours ago I was struggling for motivation.

I’m really glad I have the ability to make my day better. It doesn’t always work, but I am grateful that it did today.