My Agenda of Nothing

Last week had been one very long exercise in frustration, day after day. Utterly, Miserably Crappy. The details are long and boring, but my brain felt like it had been twisted into a gnarly mass of prickly briar's by the time Friday shuddered to a halt. My only plan upon heading into the weekend was ... Nothing.

Absolutely Nothing.

It started out promising. I was the first one up early on Saturday and got settled with my tea, in the recliner, a cozy blanket all by myself. The stupid dog curled at my feet after her jaunt outside in very chilly morning air. Perfect, I thought, cold day, stay inside, drink more tea and chill. Flip on the TV and there, Animal Planet. My brain was not ready for anything more strenuous than some very adorable pups frolicking in some show I do not remember. And then Giggles came stumbling out of her room bleary eyed, red cheeked and croaking at me with a pained expression. And that was the moment my plans plopped right into the toilet, like a big fat turd.

Giggles needed snuggling most of Saturday as she felt miserable and just wanted to melt on the sofa, all cuddled in, and watch movies. The other one that had fallen ill in the house was SuperHubby, and he didn't need as much attention as the 10 year old was demanding. He might have wanted the same level of attention but he's a big boy and can fend for himself. Especially since I was already busy with the girl, who was just more pathetic really. We did end up in a big huddle on the sofa much of this weekend indulging in some theatre therapy. I figured that was going to be my only down time and should exploit it completely. Which I tried to do.

Of course, in between all the cuddling, movies and crafts, these other pesky tasks kept creeping into my agenda of nothing. Such as the trip to the pediatrician, the pharmacy, figuring out what the hell happened with the pharmacy insurance that caused me to pay out a sum for medicine that almost made me sick, several trips to the grocery store, one trip to Blockbuster, and fixing food for everyone too sick to do it themselves.

Ace beat a hasty retreat on Saturday, when he realised the rest of the house was down and out, so he finagled an overnight with a friend, away from whatever viral bug was claiming casualties here. No dummy, that boy. That did mean I couldn't make him fetch and carry at my whim. And maybe I was just a little jealous that he got to leave the mess behind.