Sick

First of all, I’m sick of being sick. We’ve been sick for pretty much all of the winter so far. Since early January, we have had a steady stream of colds, coughs, sore throats, and occasional sessions of puking (almost entirely occurring between midnight and 6 am, of course). I rarely get sick and even I had a two-week head cold that just would not go away.  And Meg just finished her antibiotics for her two week mucus-fest. Lovely, I know. 

• (On a side note, I just looked up “mucus” at dictionary.com to make sure I was spelling it correctly and learned that “mucus” is a noun and “mucous” is the adjective describing mucus-like things…I’ve officially learned something.)

I’m also sick of the lack of winter we’ve had so far. I don’t really need excessively cold and wintery winters, but I would like one good snow, people, and I don’t want to wait until April to get it. 

I’m already sick of election news…and it’s a long way from being over.

I’m sick of the incessant whining and boohooing my children have been filling this house with for weeks on end (it’s taking ALL of my meager theatre training to keep the frustration out of my responses…and I’m starting to snap at then way more often than I like). We are working on simply asking Mommy instead of pointing and making some noise to get what is wanted, but these lessons are slow-going, to be sure. 

I’m sick of the general disarray of my house (okay, I realize this one is entirely a result of my lack of discipline to clean, but still…it fits in this particular post).

And lastly, I’m sick of being cranky and annoyed at the people who are forced to live in close quarters with me, day in and day out. I definitely feel bad for them these days. I need to get a grip, get a perspective, get a life…maybe just get out more. Definitely need to get more Jesus and less me in the picture for starters. And hopefully, we can all survive until warmer, sunnier, and generally kinder days return. Which, thankfully, they always do!

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