Monday, February 2, 2009
The Science of the Mind
I find it interesting the things our mind comes up with when we are tired. Take my latest post over at The Wild Onion for instance. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but apparently, it was brilliant! But today, my mind didn't come up with such inventive and burning questions. Instead my mind decided to have a pity party and make me cry on my drive home. Sure it seems logical that my brain would have this reaction. I mean, after all, I didn't get but perhaps three hours of sleep last night. My husband was lying next to me coughing up his lungs until 2am. My kids had been sick for the past 9 days and had now missed 5 our of the last 6 school days. Nathan has a rash all over his face, and tonsils the size of bouncy balls, and Forrest had a recurring fever and a throat that looked like a striped candy cane. I have had to leave work, or miss completely due to family illness the past three days in a row. Not to mention my sister called me this morning to inform me that my mother is mad at me for not coming to see her this weekend. She went back home to Missouri yesterday, so I missed my opportunity. She was suppose to be here for two weeks, but she only stayed for one. I tried to call her and explain, but she is not answering her phone. So I was driving home early to take the boys to the doctor and I broke down. I started thinking about my dad, and my sister and I started to feel lonely. I started feeling as if the only members of my family that truly loved me were gone. Believe me, I was feeling very low. Not even the Cure was helping. (The Cure's Greatest Hits is in my CD player in my truck right now.) But things changed when I got home. The boys were delighted to see me how early and soon things got better. I took the boys to the Dr. She confirmed my diagnosis of strep throat. They now have antibiotics and cough syrup with codeine! They still are not allowed to go to school tomorrow, and they are thrilled about that. Plus, I got to take a nap for an hour. So now my mind realizes how crazy it was being.
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5 comments:
Naps are great.
A week and a half of one sick family made me completely shack-wacky. I'm only beginning to recover from the emotional horror...
i still cant load your page too well, but i've figured out that if i quickly click on the post title before the computer gets cranky i can probably read the post!
it really sucks when kids are sick and mums are tired and work still beckons......
i have often had that kind of indulgent self pity when things aren't so good. i think it's a good thing, it makes you stop and rest.
heres to a better week ahead :)
love
k
Yeah, well, at least my mom's not mad at me anymore. She called me this morning to apologize for being upset. She told me she hoped the boys were feeling better and that she loves me anyway. Anyway? Oh well, I suppose I should just be glad she called.
I am glad things are looking up Cece. Hang in there and hopefully you guys will have a fabulous weekend.
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