Sick Days

I had big plans for this past weekend.

My house was going to sparkle.  The closet that holds the bowels of our existence and the depths of our memories...read: JUNK...is way past the need for the purging/cleaning/organizing/straightening stage; it just needs to be torched and readied for new memories to collect themselves.  My bedroom is on my nerves and needs to be emptied and deep-cleaned, and the furniture is screaming to be rearranged.  The dirty laundry has been in such close quarters with itself for so long now, it is now beginning to breed....I swear I am finding clothing that I didn't even know we owned. 

And this weekend was going to remedy all of those issues.  It was going to be 48 hours of broomsticks and mop puddles and dust rags and rubber gloves.  I was going to go through enough garbage sacks to cause Hefty to take the plastic stock spotlight from TupperWare, and for the first time in forever every stitch of clothing that we own would be washed, folded, and put away. 

And the world would stop turning.  And the skies would open up and angels would sing.

But....the world didn't stop.

And my house didn't get cleaned.  In fact, it got even more nasty.

Because the menfolk did nothing except traipse their manly muddy boots through the house and crumble their manly man-food all over the floor and change their manly clothes 382 times a day.

All because I was laid up on the couch.  With some funky throat and ear thing.  And the most energy I exerted all weekend was walking to and from the kitchen.

On the upside....

~~~ I did get to watch a gaggle of girl movies.  Ones I hadn't seen in ages.  The DVDs that have been lost for centuries behind the mountains of Looney Tunes, VeggieTales, and Disney classics.  Like Legally Blonde, The Lakehouse, and The Notebook.  All the movies that the husband whines about having to watch, but his opinion becomes null and void if I have a fever.

~~~ I now know how to properly make tiramisu and banana pudding should the need ever arise.  I can assure you...it won't.

~~~ I'm not sure if it is a good thing or not, but I actually bored myself with Olympic coverage.  I didn't think it could happen, but it did.  Hours on end of ski jumping Swiss and curling Canadians might just be enough. 

~~~ I am up-to-date on all things Kardashian.  Thanks to the rousing marathon of Keeping Up With.... that was on the other night, I am now an expert on this fabulous train wreck.  Could.Not.Look.Away.

~~~ And I slept.  A lot.

Thankfully, I'm on the upswing now.   About time.

The boys, however, are wishing me back to the couch.  Apparently I'm a much more fun mom when I'm laid up. 

Because much to their chagrin, all nagging and harping has returned to its regular scheduled programming.