Ugh...

So I am sitting here on my favorite reclining chair with my laptop sitting on the nearest side table. I am wrapped up in the heavest fluffiest blanket I can find. Tissue box sitting in my lap with a small trash can beside my chair on the floor about to overflow with klenexx. My kids are at the sitter and my head is still pounding from their overwhelming energy this morning.... See where this is going. Yes, I am sick. Completly, incredibly sick. When I was 16 being sick was somewhat cool. I mean I didn't have to go to school, I could sit on the couch or in my bed all day. There was absolutely no one relying on me for anything. But now being sick means on top of being miserable, throwing up or having a brain that feels like its drilling it way out of my skull I still have to do all of the things a mommy does. Cleaning up the fruit loops or getting up to get milk or change a diaper. My husband on the other hand is over in Korea, and although the Army requires him to report for full duty when he is sick at least he didn't get up 10 times the night before with the 3 year old and 2 year old that were also sick. Maybe the Army will come up with a Army Wife deployment program where I get to leave the household and family duties with my soldier and I get to blow stuff up........... maybe one day. Ha!