Sick

This week has been a really interesting episode of Survivor: Motherhood around the Dyer household. In the wee hours of Wednesday morning, an insidious and evil germ-of-doom entered my unsuspecting body and started enacting its plot for hostile takeover. It started in my throat, then quickly spread both down and up. Our script this week went something like this:

Wednesday
Me: Uuurgh… throat hurts.

DB: Get some rest.

Me: Can’t. Gotta do dishes and other stuff.

Thursday
Me: *Gravelly voice* Uuuuurrghh… *cough cough* Throat hurts.

DB: Get some rest!

Me: Can’t. Behind on the laundry. You’ve got a test. Go study.

DB: … Fine.

Friday
Me: *Man voice* Urrgghhh… *cough sniffle* Throat huuurts…

DB: Get some rest!!

Me: You have to study. And work. And we have kids. And a house. Dishes. Laundry. Bathrooms…

DB: … Okay, fine. At least take it easy.

Me: Of course. I promise. Just don’t look at my fingers, ’cause they’re definitely crossed.

Saturday 
Me: See previous days, all added together.

DB: Woman! Get back into bed!

Me: Can’t. Dress rehearsal. Dad home from surgery. Gotta help.

DB: *Rolls eyes* Fine. Just make sure to invite me to your funeral.

Sunday
Me: Zzzzzzz….

DB: …. I am so not waking her up for church.

Me: Zzzzzzz….zzzzz….zzzz….zzz– *cough hack cough cough* Trying to talk, but no voice.

DB: I’m sorry, what was that honey? You want to stay in bed all day until you absolutely have to get up for your performance? Good plan.

Me: *Evil glare* …. …. …. Zzzzzzz….

Monday
Me: *Gravelly voice* Ok. I’m not falling over any more. Back to work.

DB: *Facepalm* You still sound like a man! Give yourself a break!

Me: No talking, man person! Go study for your final!

DB: You need to rest!

Me: Gymnastics! Cleaning! Dinner! Children! Laundry and laundry and laundry! Go study!

DB: I hired a cleaning service. Go rest.

Me: … I was on a roll. Trying to be a martyr here.

DB: Go rest.

Me: Sure, okay. Right after gymnastics. And keeping the kids out of the house while the cleaning ladies come. And making dinner. And finishing that one thing…

DB: *Sigh*

Tuesday
Me: *Cough cough — hack hack* Urrrgh… All right, gang. I give up. Daddy is officially finished with finals, so I am going to —

DB: *Cough cough*

Ladybug: *Hack hack*

StrawBee: *Cough hack*

The Captain: *Sniffle*

Me:

…At least I’m finally excused from the laundry.
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About Carolynn the Dyer

If I've learned one thing by having three children in four years, it's that babies are not, in fact, the best birth control. ... Okay, just kidding. I've really learned that laughter is the only way to survive the wilds of parenthood, and life in general. Also, that it is indeed possible to do dishes, parent, and carry on a conversation at the same time. If that sounds like fun, or just impossible, then come join me on my blog--and join me in the jungle.
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