I was sick all weekend. I can always tell when I’m slightly better because my family, who have been extremely helpful and tolerant of me suddenly have earphones in, my bedroom door remains closed, and I am once again on my own; abandoned. And clearly melodramatic.
That’s not entirely true; I mean I’m definitely being melodramatic, but I also have a good family even if they can be a bit argumentative, but aren’t all families that way?
And I whine when I’m sick. I can’t help it. Fever, chills, whine. I’m a four year old.
I told them today that a little better is not not-sick. I’m still sick, and still need some help. They were happy to go to school and work.
Despite that, I was very busy today! And I really wanted to put a couple of things off, but I couldn’t because this is the only day I’m home all week. When did everything get so busy?!
What did I do today, you ask: