Could be worse

In 5 years and 2 months nothing has made me feel like supermom until today.  I'm sick.  Chris is at work.  I'm up and dressed and getting kids fed and dressed and where they need to be.  Lauren is sick, too, so that adds a little extra somethin' somethin' to the day.  And by somethin' somethin' I mean snot and fussiness.  We got up, ate breakfast, got dressed, brushed teeth, stopped at Starbucks to get Drew's teachers some coffee (I had promised Drew we'd do this, couldn't back out 'cause I wasn't feeling well) and dropped Drew and said coffees off at school.  William, Lauren and I came home.  L goes right down for a nap so I put a movie on for William and I snuggled in next to him and slept for an hour and 20 minutes until Lauren woke up.  We got up and went to the post office, to Target, and then I dropped William off at school with his lunch for the lifesaving program they have for the kids in the afternoon.  It's costly but priceless, you know?  Lauren is currently moving her grilled cheese lunch around on her tray and will soon go down for nap #2.  I will follow her.  All of this is super fascinating to you, I know.  I didn't really intend on giving a play-by-play but I did want to write that being sick and still doing all the normal things has made me feel like supermom for the first time today.  

When I was in the classroom I always took all 10 of my sick days each year.  Oh, how I wish I could have just one of those back.  Just one.  

As I snuggle down soon for nap #2 and let the body aches relax while I have a Kleenex stuffed up my left nostril, I will surely begin to feel sorry for myself knowing that in 2 hours I have to get up, get the two big kids from school, and hit up Costco.  Then make dinner, serve it, clean it up, give 3 baths, etc.  I must remember that...

Nothing like a wicked chest cold to put life into perspective, you know?