Sunday, February 28, 2010

Life can be unfair

Comfy chair, pink fuzzy blanket, sunshine, and a cup of tea. I have cold. Since I am a busy mother, as a general rule I just don't get sick. I don't have the time. Yet somehow this nasty cold snuck up on me and settled in for some serious down time. So despite the beautiful weather today, I am bundled up inside instead of out working in my berry patch, or helping Craig prune apple trees. Life can be unfair.

I've spent the last week madly preparing for a huge dinner party for Craig's parents's 75th Birthday. We hosted the entire family (about 24 people) at our house. Seating that many people is no joke and even though we have an enormous 9' dining room table for our 'regulars', this was a bit of a challenge. But extra tables and chairs were rented, linens purchased at hugely discounted prices at Ross, and everything turned out beautifully. It did not help, however, that the day before the party this nasty cold came to visit. Life can be unfair.

Hosting duties are endless, so Craig and I really worked our tails off yesterday. I, of course, spent the entire party jockeying between strategically placed boxes of kleenex to blow my nose, and then wash my hands. Life can be unfair.

I am wonderfully blessed to have Craig to take care of me, bring me fresh boxes of kleenex and cough drops, and generally shower me with TLC. And while I soak it up, at the same time I am itching to be well. Inactivity is completely alien to me. So this afternoon, I will head outside for some sunshine and a short walk around the property to get some fresh air into my lungs. Just a short 15 minutes to show this ill-timed and utterly unwelcome cold who's boss. It may be planning on setting up shop for a week or so, but I just don't have the time. Sorry Mr. Cold. Life can be unfair.

1 comment:

The Wanderers' Daughter said...

I have a very hard time with illness too...so my 11-mos bout with cancer was a serious problem, for both myself and the cancer. Even after surviving that, I still have a serious beef with each and every cold. And btw...a 9' dinner table? Ours is lucky if it makes 3'. Sigh. life is all about compromises, no?