Sick Mom

Can I just say it SUCKS being a sick stay-at-home mom. I don't quite get the rest and relaxation required to start to feel better, and I had good intentions of calling the doctor today for an appointment but of course the things I need are on the bottom of the to-do list. Instead I showered (with Hayden, of course) and cleaned and took care of the kids who were up way too early and were super sensitive, and cooked dinner for the sister missionaries and did the dishes afterwards (which, I was thinking while doing the dishes...are the dishes really getting clean if I am sick and coughing every minute?). So maybe tomorrow I'll get around to the doctor. I suppose being sick isn't very flattering, because I had to run to the store yesterday and Jage asks if it bothers me to go out in public without showering or wearing makeup...and I replied that I had showered that morning and had applies makeup only an hour ago. Thanks a lot, Jage. And Hayden keeps asking if I am sad because I keep sniffing, and I say no, I'm not sad, I'm sick, and he says that no, I'm sad because I hit my head. Well, at least he's partly right because it feels like I've been hit in the head with a bat. And Roman mocks my coughing, which Mom can confirm, because she was on the phone with me last night and I was coughing and she heard Roman do his fake-cough in the background and then smile at me, as if he knows how cute he is. Anyway, I offered to sleep on the couch tonight because I kept Jage up all night with my coughing, so wish me luck.