hear my demands...

As some of you may be aware I spent the last week nursing my husband and child back to health.  Today Mr. Kaos is feeling well enough to run around the house cleaning and obsessing.

K is bemoaning the fact that she can't ride her bike and making clever messy foam sculptures in the bathroom sink...

I, all the while, didn't feel great.  I was tired and achy with a mild cough so I wanted to rest so that I wouldn't get as sick as they were...  I figured I could beat this thing that had so heavily inflicted them with a combination of vitamin C, water and rest... and whining.

This morning I woke up and what a lovely surprise, K's fever was gone.  Her ever present cough was still there but it was lessoning.  Mr. Kaos was obviously feeling better too.

thought I.

I cut and toasted bagels for the small motley crew assembled in the dining room... there's a change, not one sick person eating in my bed!

I started feeling tired as I put the bagels in the oven (WHAT... that's right... in the oven.  We don't even own a toaster...  that's what the broiler is for).  I got out the cream cheese and took my blood pressure medication.  K was hungry right then so I handed her some yogurt.

And she ate it.  All of it.  Without complaint...  things were going well.  Really well.

But still, as I pulled the bagels out of the oven I was freezing.  I asked Mr. Kaos to check the thermostat... it was still set high to deal with the sickies that had been going on throughout the week.

Damn.

I sat down to enjoy my lovely cherry coke and bagel (it's my one serious indulgence so hush).  I was cold.  My stomach lurched and the room began to spin a bit...

I told Mr. I wasn't feeling at all well and I left the room to climb into bed.  There in my bedside table was the ear thermometer that we've had since K was born.  I popped that bad boy into my ear and listened for the telltale beep that signifies it has scanned your brain and mapped it while checking your body temperature.  I pulled it around to take a peek at my totally normal temperature.

Only in place of my normal 97.something...  was 100.3

Fuck.

As I write this my body is dissolving Tylenol and  under three blankets in yoga pants and a hoodie.  I am freezing.  I am sore.  My coughing has gotten worse.

Why is it then that I sit here and type out this post?

Because this is the first time in days no one has been making demands of me.  Mr. Kaos is quietly in the other room, K is curled up next to me resting and watching junk TV...  I have a desperate hope that she will be well enough to go to school tomorrow... fever is gone but that cough when she runs around... bad news.

What was I saying?  Oh, this is the first time in days I've had more than ten minutes with my precious laptop.

I've been reading and sometimes commenting on your posts from my phone...  because it was all I had time for...  so I am going to use my computer for a while.  I am going to sit here and type on it... and then when I'm done if I'm not sleeping I'm going to take advantage of another amenity that has been installed here in my bedroom.

You see Friday night Mr. Kaos moved the Wii up from the cold cold basement to the warm cozy bedroom...

I'm gonna Wii my brains out.

now for my demands.

Mr. Kaos, you may clean and hover all you want but don't ask me any questions.

K, stop whining and suck it up.  Mama is sick.  She doesn't want to watch that.  She doesn't want to hear that.  But apparently when sick she talks about herself in the third person, accept that and don't ask why.

I will get over this in one day.  HEAR ME?  One day.  Tomorrow morning when I wake up I will be healthy.

And you guys... you guys will forgive all this whining...  because you have to.  Because I am too sick to have you hate me.

Maybe I will play my Wii later... I just took my temperature again... it's up to 100.4 and I'm getting tired.

Crap.