I have been home with a sick kid for a week. A WEEK! Now my husband has the flu as well. Yay me. You know what that means? No nookie. No chauffeur. No guy to run out and get a few things. So yesterday, now that he is in bed, I finally had to run out and get a few things, and drive my healthy spawn around.
I realized I hadn’t left my house in 4 days. FOUR FUCKING DAYS! Which comfortably meant no bras for 4 days, no tight jeans for 4 days, no makeup for 4 days. That part was kind of nice. But I have to tell you, my house is a mess. WTF? I’m home, just on the computer from the minute I wake up till 3 am. I’m not sure what the hell I’ve been doing, but it sure as hell hasn’t been personal grooming or house cleaning. Or nookie. The kid being home during nookie time is really cramping our style.
I’ve showered and half-assed shaved, then put on yoga pants again. Yesterday I actually went out in the yoga pants! I never do that. (I did finally put on makeup, and I added some cool accessories, but they were still yoga pants) I didn’t even tweeze my eyebrows.
In fact, it’s 12:30 and I’m still wearing a t-shirt and underwear. I think I better drag my ass to the shower.
BTW, I felt so bad for my kid being sick, that I bought all of his favorite treats yesterday. The problem? He has no appetite. But I do. And those treats are calling my name!