My family wants to defect.
Frankly, I can’t blame them. There are moments in time the past couple of days that I would have packed their bags to help them on their way.
This is what happens when I get sick. People want to help me. I hate that. I want to be sick ALONE. Just bring me some ice chips in a cup now and then but otherwise…I’m GOOD.
I got kinda cranky about it.
What I really needed them to do was to just keep the house running while I was down and out. You know…just load their dirty dishes in the dishwasher, maybe put their dirty clothes down the laundry shoot and toss a load or two of laundry in. That sort of thing.
There was none of that.
It turned really ugly yesterday. I had everyone moving and shaking. And it was good people. Things got done. Oh…I had to raise my voice a lot, but they knew I meant business.
Did I mention that while I was sick I couldn’t take my sweet little chill pills that just take the edge off the stress that my 47-year-old-hormonal-nightmare-producing-body has kicked into overdrive the last couple of years?
So really, my poor family was dealing with an unmediated, premenopausal, fever fatigued, food starved psychotic woman.
I’ll be apologizing a lot to my poor family over the next couple of days. But in the meantime, my house sure does look good.