My First Thought When I Hear the Sounds of Sickness . . .

It felt like 3 a.m. but was really 11:41 p.m.

Isn’t it freaky when that happens?

So maybe it wasn’t my VERY first thought, but it was definitely in the top ten.

When I heard the sounds of a sick child, it didn’t take long for me to think, “Whew, now I don’t have to clean house for the Super Bowl party.”

Yes, I have issues.

I mean, the house has been much more okay than it used to be, but to have a party, especially one with kids, means that I have to worry more about corners and baseboards than I do on a normal day. And then there’s the issue of children being more likely to open . . . the master bedroom door. Not that that threat would make me clean it, just watch the door more closely.

So I’m relieved that I don’t have to spend my afternoon cleaning. This cold weather is much better for napping anyway. We’ll have our own party for just the five us, no cleaning required.

And by the way, the sick child is doing fine. Two major heaves in the middle of the night, but acting like normal since this morning. Strange, but better than the alternative.

Oh, and the funny/ironic part? When hubby told people this morning that we wouldn’t be able to host the party since we had a child with a stomach virus, several acted like it would probably have been fine since “I’m so clean” and probably would have disinfected it enough.

I guess I’m fooling them.

Disinfect? Of course.

Pick up dirty undies off the floor? Probably not.