Whiny Hiney

This is a very whiny post and right now I don't care. 

I am sick.  Being sick when you have disabled kids just stinks.  They do not care one bit that I feel bad, they still want to be taken care of.  To be fair, the typical kids want food too. 

It's like when I worked outside of the house and had to go in sick because I burned my sick days when I was sick, but could have made it, then when I'm really, really sick and don't want to stand up, I have to go in. 

I have to unpack from our vacation, I have a fever, I have an ache that in my muscles is the equivalent of being hit by a truck.  Cognitively, I'll admit that the truck is likely worse than this virus. 

It's just really hard to take care of other people when I feel so bad myself.  I know that it would help to just do it and not complain.  I'm just not there yet as a person.  If I feel that bad, everyone has to know it and commiserate with me.  Jeff is really awesome about stepping up and doing more when I'm sick, but it's just too much for one person to do completely alone.  So I have to drag my ridiculously tired achy self up and help shower the girls.

I will feel better tomorrow and I'll jump back in to getting everything done, but tonight I am whiny.  I just called Hannah's cell phone from my bed to ask her to make me soup.  That is just pathetic, but again, I'm having a hard time caring.

So whiny me today.  Yucky, sick, whiny me.  The only positive I can come up with is that tomorrow is a new day and it is very likely that I will not wake up wishing for a teeny tiny short lived coma just to get some sleep.  Thank God for new days :)