Do you ever find yourself pondering whether to be happy or sad?
This morning, after coaxing myself through the beginnings of the morning routine, it dawned on me that I was sick. I suspected it yesterday, but there was little time to give the matter due consideration.
This morning though, it reached the point where consideration was no longer crucial to the awareness thereof.
After family devotions I pawned my various duties off on the most susceptible victims, some of whom didn't exactly agree to assume them, and went back to bed.
I woke up several hours later to an empty house: The natives had been delivered to school, the laundry had been started, and some of it folded. The kitchen was cleaned up and a note of sympathy from the Chief lay on the dining room table.
It was the first day in many that there hadn't been a sick child at home, appointments to keep, hot lunch to make for school, or some other significant obligation calling for extra time and attention.
I had looked forward to this day, had seen it coming from afar...unless it was a mirage...which such days sometimes prove to be...and invested a significant quantity of hopeful anticipation into it.
"So...", I reflected, while padding quietly around in the kitchen in search of something to alleviate symptoms, "should I be happy that to have gotten sick on a day I didn't have anything big planned, or should I be aggravated to have gotten sick on the one day I had nothing else planned?"
And I contemplated this for a little while... the pros and cons of each choice...when suddenly the portion of my brain which mothers the rest of it, kicked in (I can only assume this particular mother had also been in bed with a fever as well, to have arrived so late on the scene) and said, "What could be more irrational than considering the advantages of being annoyed?"
And of course, she was right, as mothers always are, (ahem).
It's cold out, and rainish. But inside it's nice and warm, the lamps are lit, and I have nothing to do.
What could be nicer?
No!...don't ask!! I might start pondering it....
Oh honey, I've been there. I remember thinking, "I don't want to waste my day off being sick!" and then having to work another day and thinking, "Why can't I be sick when I'm already off?" As usual, you're right, no point in the pondering of it. I still love reading how you put things though - pawning your duties off to the most susceptible victims made me LOL.
ReplyDeleteI love it - and it kind of goes along with your last post about the disappointed woman. In a different kind of way. It all comes down to thankfulness, doesn't it? I just reposted a picture on my facebook page that said "It is Not Happy People Who are Thankful, It is Thankful People Who are Happy."
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