It's funny what you find when you finally free yourself from the fog of illness...
There's hardly any space to walk from my bed to the bathroom, and somehow I've managed to completely clutter up every square inch of our bedroom floor while doing nothing but lying in bed watching tv and sleeping.
Letting my kids take care of their own care & feeding means that there will be NO Cap'n Crunch left...2 hours after you buy it. No potato chips either. Oh, and no milk. The lunch meat that my 8 year old fed herself for lunch on Tuesday will still be out on the counter on Wednesday.
Bright hues of nail polish now decorate one of the kitchen chairs and peeled off nail polish can randomly be found on the floor. Part of me thinks it's kind of cool that my kid can peel off the entire "piece" nail polish in one shot.
There's a nice layer of dirt, dust, and crumbs on the kitchen floor. God only knows what some of that other stuff is. Chocolate? Applesauce? Drool? I have no idea. I'm fantasizing about scrubbing and bleaching my kitchen floors. It's bad. It might even compare to fantasizing about NKOTB when I was younger. My desire to bleach the floors is that strong.
I found no fewer than 3 bowls that I ate Corn Chex out of and then left sitting out as I crawled back to bed. At least almond milk doesn't rot quite the same way that regular milk does. Still, gross.
We have no more clean medicine cups/droppers, and the sink is jam packed with various bowels and spoons from the aforementioned Cap'n Crunch eating. Lord knows what is growing in that sink right now.
There are 4 boxes full of unopened valentines in the kitchen... My kids still have to fill out their valentines. Soon. I have vague recollections of stressing over this while I was in bed with a fever and chills, but I forgot until now. This year I will be the mom who fills in the "To" field for her kindergartner. Thank you Jesus...Hayley just needs to sign her name.
I'm out of any type of disinfectant. The Clorox wipes? Gone. The antibacterial something-or-other? Gone. I'm going to have to break out the bleach. And a shaky mom pouring bleach into a water-filled spray bottle can only be disaster. I'm going to have to change into my ripped up painting jeans to clean off the doorknobs and railings in the this house. I should've had the medical supply company send me alcohol wipes. I could've used those instead, right?
I almost forgot... I found an ant on one of our walls. The only thing is that I remember seeing him there the other day too. I don't think he's moved. I think he's dead and just hanging onto the wall until gravity pulls him off. Yuck.
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