I hate being sick. And surprisingly it is not the sick part that bothers me. It is how everything in the house goes crazy. The kids know mom is sick and they take advantage of that. Poor Nate does his best and he does a good job. But he isn't with them all of the time and they can drive him CRAZY. He also doesn't know my routine. Plus I'm a little okay, ALOT OCD, so if he did know my routine it probably wouldn't matter. Anyway, now that I'm on the upswing, I went downstairs(which I haven't done since Saturday night because Nate has had me in the bed resting. He takes really good care of me.)and there is sticky stuff all over the floor, blankets everywhere, dishes all over the place... It never ends.
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