It Could Be Worse

I can remember a time long ago when if I were to wake up feeling sick, I would just lay in bed. School was out of the question, of course. Mom would make me noodle soup and warm jello water, and I would just take it easy. I didn't have to worry about feeding little kids and changing diapers or washing dishes or ignoring a splitting headache in order to referee the increased fighting going on between my (semi-) neglected children. In fact, in my young sick days, my biggest concern was whether I should watch Price is Right or Press Your Luck. Oh--and whether or not my older brother would bring his friends home for lunch and call me a "faker."

So, I've been feeling pretty sick for a few days, and today I've also been feeling sorry for myself for all of the above reasons--not to mention the fact that there are now 3 days of dishes piled up and we're almost out of paper plates. But then I read my sister-in-law's account of a rotten cross-country road trip. I'm feeling slightly better about my stacked up sink now.