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.