October 14 10

I am in quarantine. Officially.

Against my better judgement, I hopped myself up on Benylin, which, fyi, is my drug of choice. I have tried them all out. Trust me, I have tried them ALL…and not just because Benylin is the only one that doesn’t expect you to swallow a pill that’s the size of a baby’s arm. (Don’t they know, Jewish girls don’t swallow?) Anyway, I drugged myself and went about my regular business. Thanksgiving parties at friends’ houses, work, dinner at my inlaws, Chevy Cruze city challenges…when, you know, I should have been doing things like resting and eating chicken soup and taking steamy showers and such, and most importantly, not breathing on other people.

(Nothing says guilt like infecting your boss with your plague…)

(although, she DID make fun of my snot rags, so it may just be some sort of karma thing happening)

So, no, today, I am braless and pantsless and my tired and aching body is lounging on the couch getting some much-needed work done while catching up on episodes of Sister Wives and Dexter and season 6 of Weeds that, you know, is only finally getting funny again and maybe a really cheesy movie like 13 Going on 30, that I absolutely loved but will never admit it out loud. I am drinking Keurig coffee by the gallon-full and coughing up my lungs. I will probably take a nap if the post-nasal drip will stop making me choke.

In other words, I AM A VISION.

But I need this. For me. For all the moms out there. Because we don’t take sick days. We drive carpool and make lunches and do laundry and buy school supplies and run Willy Wonka* lines and help with Hebrew homework (with the help of those great online translator tools because apparently, 14 years of Hebrew day school did not prepare me for Emily’s 4th grade Hebrew homework…chew on that, years of tuition payments) and go to work and answer emails and put away the dishes and refill the dishwasher and feed the dog and let him out and clean up his barf and iron Emily’s hair and find tights that don’t have holes in them and run down the street in search of Bryan Adams.

(*Emily didn’t get the part of Veruca Salt. But she is over-the-moon with her part. Veruca went to a second grader and Emily breezed it off and is super excited to OPEN THE SHOW as the narrator and Mrs. Bucket and Mrs. Gloop AND TWO SOLOS. She has so many lines. She is in so many scenes. And there was nary a tear in sight. I am so relieved.)

In other words, everything and everyone else comes first.

But today, I am doing myself and everyone else a favor. I am getting better.

  1. Good for you, lady. Take your sick day -I’m sooooo long overdue for a mental health day, I’m half-crazed at the very notion. Le sigh.

    Gee, your knees look pretty today, Sugar… (feel better fast, okay?)


    Comment by Grumble Girl on October 14, 2010
  2. Yes, please get better. Because I’ll be there soon! And I want to leave the house this time I visit you! :)

    Get better, lady!


    Comment by Kristabella on October 14, 2010
  3. Only in the last month have I had the first sick day since I became a parent over 7 years ago when both my kids were in school and I could just drop them off and crawl back into bed. Unfortunately only for the morning because my youngest is only in preschool. But it was HEAVENLY. I mean I don’t like being sick but having the luxury of indulging the sick day the way it was meant to be is so amazing! Hope you are feeling better soon!


    Comment by Shannon on October 14, 2010
  4. Miss you!
    I totally have those socks LOL


    Comment by Charna on October 14, 2010
  5. Aw, get better, lady. Being sick like that SUCKS and you’re right. You need to take time for yourself.

    Plus, I want you healthy when I’m there in two weeks. :)


    Comment by Angella on October 14, 2010
  6. Aww, feel better soon!


    Comment by Darcey on October 14, 2010
  7. In eighth grade, I was the narrator of Charlie Chocolate, too! I was SUPER upset to not get Veruca–not even Violet–but in the end, I think I had more speaking parts than then did. Good for her–she’ll be great!


    Comment by Camels & Chocolate on October 14, 2010
  8. That was meant to say Charlie (or Willy Wonka) and the Chocolate Factory, but it’s early and I’m tired and apparently can’t type when it’s early and I’m tired =)


    Comment by Camels & Chocolate on October 14, 2010
  9. I adore 13 Going on 30. Love it.

    I’m glad Emily is happy with the parts she did get. Hope you feel better soon.


    Comment by Issa on October 14, 2010
  10. Feel better girlie. And yay! for Miss Emily!


    Comment by Heather on October 14, 2010
  11. kudos for taking a sick day; hope you feel better soon. Congratulations to Emily, that’s awesome :)
    Am I the only one who thinks that Kody guy is a total tool?? How’d he manage *one* wife, let alone 4?


    Comment by Jessica on October 14, 2010
  12. Hey! I’ve got an idea! Let’s you and I BOTH get Betty Draper-style fainting couches and be sister wives (but without that Kody character and his mane like a lion)(ps – I’m recording those crazy lovers on Oprah right now so I can savor them all later)

    Long story short, we can lounge on our couches, giggle over online photos of Jon Hamm, and take drinks whenever Kody uses the word ‘courting.’ What say you?

    Other long story short, I hope you feel better soon!


    Comment by fadkog on October 14, 2010
  13. Hooray for Emily!


    Comment by Rhi on October 14, 2010
  14. Those are some cute knees!

    And go Emily!


    Comment by Avitable on October 16, 2010

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