Wednesday, March 12, 2008

High Apple Pie...

For the first time since I don't know when I have had a week to myself. Jerad is in San Diego at a solar power convention. At first I was kinda bummed out about being alone and then I started to see the silver lining.
*No picking up dirty socks on the floor.
*The house would stay clean.
*I could go to bed as early or late as I wanted.
*Tons of girly lifetime movies.
*Brownies and carrots would be a perfectly acceptable dinner.
*Lots of tanning and a manicure

Then of course I had all these extra pie-in-the-sky hopes like cleaning the house from top to bottom, working out every day, going grocery shopping, redecorating and painting the office, taking the dogs on long meandering walks, alphabetizing the books by author... all before Jerad got back. Like a surprise of sorts. I could enjoy my independence AND be completely productive. And then when Jerad called me at night it would be exciting and we would miss each other and be like giggly high schoolers. or something. I don't know.

And then I got sick.

Not a little sick. A lot sick. It crept up on me the day before he left. On Monday I seriously slept 18 hours. I can't even remember the last time I did that! Yesterday I drug myself to work only to stay for 4 hours and go home. When I got home I sat on the couch and woke up 4 hours later. I didn't even have time to turn on the TV. My energy level is at about negative 500.

When Jerad got back to his room too late to call me last night I could care less. It was all I could do to hold off till 8:30 before climbing in bed. And now he is coming home a day early (not because of me). The house won't be clean. I have probably gained 5 pounds from the amount of laying around I have done (although I've been too sick to eat anything but juice and a little soup so maybe it evens out). The dogs will be super hyper because they have barely gotten any attention. The office looks like it could be on Clean House (the one where the people hoard all the stuff up to the ceiling) Instead of tanned with a manicure it will be stuffy nosed with bed head.

Surprise honey! I guess things just fall apart when you're gone.

photo courtesy of Betsy Walton


beth mcdermott said...

the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
thats what you get for scheduling your me time! ya jinxed it!
really, tho. sorry you got sick. and i bet jerad won't even mind the bed head.

mommaduck4 said...

I totally understand how you are feeling. Monday night I started running a fever... went to dr today, nothing they can do since it is influenza. I had so many plans to get done before Jenny and family get here.... oh well. It is amazing how our priorities change when it comes right down to it. I hope you are feeling better. I agree with beth..... I'll bet Jerad won't mind your bed head at all. :)

This is so weird..... to be able to read other peoples thoughts that they have written. It is almost like a futuristic diary. I commented on Jill's and she told me of yours.