I love this time of day. The boys are bathed, read to, tucked in bed, the dishes are done, I’m crashed on the couch with my laptop and it’s quiet. I relish quiet like nothing else these days. I’ve promised Master Thespian a King’s Ransom several times over if he would just be quiet, for 5 minutes! So I love it when the boys are in bed. Especially today. You know it’s going to be a long day when you wake up and the first thought is “ugh, can’t wait til the boys are in bed.” Don’t get me wrong, I love staying home, I love doing things with my boys, but when Momma’s sick… I’ve had a nasty sore throat for three days and got myself into the doctor this morning. Yeah, this is how sick I am: I took the boys with me! That’s how desperate I was. And the verdict is: Momma has strep. Yippee. So now I’m miserable and contagious. Good week for it, too: I’m playing in the Colorado Mahlerfest. I get next to no gigs all year, the one week I have one, a good one, I’m sick. And my sitter is sick, too, so I don’t know what I’m going to do for tomorrow’s rehearsal.
So I have the greatest idea for the entrepreneur in you. “Mom’s Sick Day Center.” A care center, where moms who are sick can take their kids so they can go home and rest and actually get better. A monthly fee gets the mom one sick day and one mental health day a month, and they roll over month to month for a year. Wouldn’t this be great? If I had had a place to drop the boys today so I could rest, they would have been there in a heartbeat. They would have had more fun, I would have gotten some rest, all would have been well with the world.
I made the pharmacist’s day today. I had to fill the antibiotic as well as my birth control pills. Well, if you’ve ever been in this situation, you know you get the little chat about how the antibiotic will likely reduce the effectiveness of the pill. Uh-huh. Tom had the little snippy in October, so that really shouldn’t be an issue. I just looked at the lady and said, “Well, let’s hope the vasectomy took, then!” The look on the poor woman’s face was priceless before she lost it. ‘Cause you know, me pregnant would be funny. Not ha-ha funny, but me screaming at the skies funny.
So with that, I’m off to bed.