I'm sitting here writing this because I am sick. I am too sick to read a book - even the large print one I have from the library. (Which, I have large print not because I'm sight-impaired, but because that's the only copy they had of a series of books I wanted to read.) I am also too sick to lie down on the couch because if I lie down I may never ever get back up and I have to go pick up my daughter at school soon. I can't leave her sitting there all alone. I hear it's bad for her psyche to forget about her.
My husband is upstairs lying down because he, too, is sick. But he's the kind of sick that you want to avoid at all costs. He's horribly, horribly sick. (I'm just feeling a little under the weather compared to him.)
My son is in the living room watching Spongebob because he was too sick to go to school this morning. Although, as the day has progressed, I'm thinking I could have just brought him in maybe an hour late and he would have done just fine. But oh well... hindsight... you know.
So... SICK... and less stressed than before. Maybe that has something to do with the being sick, but I think it has more to do with me just saying to myself, stop being such a pansy, make up your mind and just go with it already! Which, I seem to have said to myself, and myself has resigned itself to listening to myself. Or something like that. So... Grin And Bare It - Now with less pansy and more sick. I think it makes a wonderful slogan.