I’ve got a stupid, stupid cold. I hate being sick, and don’t have time to get sick. Not until maybe on Wednesday, but even then, it’s not ideal. Tomorrow, I have to get Jessie and Sam to school, Julie to preschool, doctor’s appt at 10, pick up Jules at 11:30, run Marc home so he can eat quick, drop him at work at one thirty, back to get the kids at school. Then we’re going to drop off a check at a charity and tour the facility (it’s a local non-profit for helping children with cancer and their families). Then I drop Jessie at dance, walk with Yvonne, and then pick up from dance at five thirty. Back home for dinner, baths, homework, and then cram the kids into bed. Fortunately Aimee is here for a few days, so I can leave them here while I go and pick up Marc at work. Wednesday, I think I’m good – I can be sick until the afternoon, when I have to do drop-off/pick up at school because Marc’s busy. Thursday, I could be sick all morning, but then Marc is working in the afternoon. Friday is a good day to be sick, excepting the fact that I have to be up at five to drive Marc to work for six, and then dump the kids at school. But then I’m good until around two-ish and school pick up, Marc pick up, family service at the synagogue, and then Shabbat dinner.
Nope – I can’t be sick. this has to be allergies. Because I’ve only got a few hours, scattered here and there, when I can actually be sick until possibly Sunday afternoon. And the only reason I think Sunday is free is because I’m too mind bogglingly exhausted to get up and check the calendar.
Allergies are better, they aren’t contagious, and it’s not accompanied by the mind boggling exhaustion. I really don’t have time for mind boggling exhaustion.
What’s the likelihood that a three year old could do her own bath?