I’m at home sick, and the children are both at school.
Did you hear that?
I’m at home, sick, and the children are both at school!
It’s been six years, no joke, since I could take a sick day without feeling guilty about it for whatever reason. SIX YEARS!
Yes, I’m kind of in shock myself when I think about it. How have I survived this long? (By the grace of God!)
So what do I do with my sick day? I start it out by writing a blog post. I can’t help myself but to be productive. It’s sick, really. (And then I’m going back to bed.)
Anyway, I don’t have much to say, except that I got my hair cut this week after a year. Seriously, it’s been a year since my last my hair cut.
How do you get your hair cut with two boys who can’t sit still for 10 seconds? It’s not easy. What you finally do, on a day when you actually took the time to wash your hair, is text your husband after work and say, “Can I stop off and get my hair cut after work?”
I asked for my husband’s permission to get a hair cut (haircut?). Not because I’m the model of Christian wifely submission. No, please don’t be confused. I asked because my husband is sick too, and he stays home with the kids. And it just seems the courteous thing to do when you are both perpetually tired, bordering on exhaustion.
(By the way, the picture above? Bed head. That’s my new hair after being slept on. Not too bad, eh? The stylist put some product on it when she was done. I’m gonna have to get some of that stuff. Because if you think I ever wash my hair two days in a row, you’re wrong.)
For those out there considering having children, don’t let me scare you. There is plenty of joy in the mix. But even good stress can be tiring. My advice: sleep. Now while you have the chance, and when you do have kids, go to bed at 9 o’clock every night. Don’t work late at the computer until 11:00 writing novels. It may seem like the wise thing to do at the time, but…
Oh heck. What do I know? Do whatever you have to do to cope (besides drinking alcohol, cooking meth, and well, you know, the obvious no-no’s).
The interview itself is interesting, and then the comment section just gets weird. Apparently some people think calling others “horrible sacks” is good conversation/debating technique. I tend to disagree, but heck I could be disingenuously humbly wrong.
That’s all for me. I’m goin’ back to bed.