It's Friday...

but it sure doesn't feel like it. I don't know what day it feels like. I have been at home with two kids with strep throat since Tuesday evening. Our only outing has been to the doctor and pharmacy, which in my book is not like an outing at all. Today, the kids seem to be in better spirits, but the youngest has had a virus on top of the strep, so I am hesitant to take him out today. Our cupboards are terribly bare though, so I may be forced to chance a trip to the grocery store. At least they are no longer contagious.

Being inside for three days is making me a bit stir crazy. And I feel very, very behind on things. I am very much of a homebody, but not getting out at ALL does make me a little wacky -- know what I mean?? The kids seem to be craving fresh air as well. Good thing we have Spring Break coming up.

I have not been able to shower until noon for the past three days. That right there puts a damper on my day. I keep thinking, "Oh great -- today will be the day that I find out my neighbor turned me in to the show What Not to Wear or to Oprah for a makeover." Because my whole closet is basically an advertisement for "What Not to Wear". I have visions of someone with a big ol' camera at my door as I open it with PJs and bed head. Wouldn't that be nice??

Also -- last night my oldest son had a music concert at school. I feel like I'm always the one that has to miss things for one child or the other when their siblings are sick, so I told my hubby I really wanted to go and asked him to stay with the other kids. He agreed, but then I realized I should probably ask my son how he felt. Seeing as only one parent could attend, I asked him who he wanted to take with him. And guess what? He chose his dad -- and as selfish as it sounds, it broke my heart. But I couldn't let my son see it because he was terribly conflicted about choosing. He didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but he seemed to want time for just him and Daddy, so I can't fault him for that. But there was still that inner voice screaming, "What?! I'm the mom!! You're supposed to pick me!!!" It put me in a funk all night. I was just plain sad to miss him singing. I am quite sure it bothered me more than him. And I am also sure I was being overly sensitive due to lack of sleep and cabin fever.

Aside from feeling a little couped up, I am thankful my kids do not have something worse and they seem to be on the mend.

Alright, I've bored you enough for one day. I'm off for my noon shower (geesh!).

Have a fantastic weekend -- hope everyone at your house is feeling well!