Friday, April 22, 2005

 

I go to work to get my rest.

It may sound awful (& strange), but sometimes I get more rest at work than staying at home. I know, I know. It sounds insane! But you try being at home with your kids and getting any rest. It doesn't matter that you are in bed, trying to sleep, groggy from cold medicine and some really good cough syrup. Whatever they have to say is so important that you must pay attention to them this minute and answer their almighty, most important questions, "Does this shirt match my shorts?" or "Mom, where's the milk?" I mean, get real here. Obviously, the outfit doesn't match if you have to ask and doesn't anyone look in the fridge anymore? Why invade my room at the other end of the house asking me what we have to eat for snack or dinner. I am not in the kitchen. I am not in the pantry. Figure it out.
I keep asking myself , "What am I thinking!" I should be at home in bed, but wait...I can go to work and sit at my desk, in my quiet cubicle and relax. Why go home to the zoo?! Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and my husband - but I need a few minutes to relax.

My cold has progressed to pneumonia.

I am sick.

I am miserable.

BUT, I am at my desk!

"Why?", you ask.

"Why not!", I reply. "My doctor told me to get some rest."

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