Je suis encore malade
My sickness has come back. The same thing, exactly, so I think the antibiotics the doc gave me just weren't strong enough.
Yesterday, I slept in, but then felt the uncontrollable urge to clean. I know I should have waited, but I just couldn't. Maybe that's my Grandma B's influence--sometimes I just reach the breaking point, and absolutely nothing can stop me from cleaning. This especially happens when I am stressed out--even Dr. B runs the vacuum, while I clean the bathroom. It took a few years of marriage, but now he knows better than to argue. Just clean. I will not stop stressing about it until it's done, and I can feel OK to rest.
After all of that work, I was tired again, and when I picked up P at school, I tried to explain why I was tired and why my voice sounded so funny.
She turned to me, tilted her head, and said,
- It's not fair. When kids are sick, they stay in bed and sleep. But when adults are sick, they still have to clean the house.
Kids can be so wise. I should have listened to her.