I'm sick and tired...

...of being sick and tired.

I must say that it really stinks to be a SAHM and be sick. I have spent pretty much the entire day passed out on the couch, feverish, coughing, eyes burning, and trying not to swallow because my throat hurts so bad. Now, that would stink if you were any kind of mom, working or not. The problem lies wherein my children are home with me and know that I am sick, and that I'm probably not going to get off of the couch to dicipline anything they do. And I can't talk above a whisper today, so they absolutely can ignore my futile attemps at warnings. They really are smart little boogers.
I forgot to feed them lunch. They climbed on a chair to find chips and I half-opened my eyes long enough to open the little packs. They were probably drinking out of old cups. I almost forgot to give them their antibiotic. I have no idea how much candy they have ingested today. I can't bring myself to look for wrappers. They probably tortured the cats. And each other. And me, but I don't remember if they did.
If I took a picture of my house and posted it, someone would call someone so that someone would come and have a serious conversation with me. I have no clean dishes. I have no clean laundry. I believe that my husband has worn the same pants for two days. Or not. I haven't really looked at him long enough to know. There are toys, shoes, cups, diapers, clothes, candy, and anything else imaginable strung over every available space in my entire downstairs. And don't get me started on the upstairs.

I guess I should go to the doctor. At least then I would be sitting on the couch instead of laying down.