Doris Day She Ain't

For over a week, we've all been struggling with some sort of illness...whether it's pneumonia, bronchitis, ear infection, a cold, flu, or that unnamed crud that attacts the sinus and glands (and attitude)...we're exhausted, cranky, and claustrophobic at this point and for some reason, the family always turns to "Mama" to make things all better. This might be taken in stride if "Mama" wasn't also feeling awful.

Mark is so good to come home from work and dive right into changing diapers, doing dishes, and so on while I get to rest a little. I know women who seemingly can do it all and I get very frustrated that I am NOT one of those women. I mean, when I feel good, I love buzzing around the house, humming and cleaning and smiling and cooking. I absolutely love cooking a creative meal and decorating the table for dinner. But, when I'm tired, it's all I can do just to slop a semi-warm dinner into the bowls and hand everyone a community rag to wipe their mouths with.

This morning I woke up feeling better than I've felt in ages. I did a load of dishes, two loads of laundry, 30 minutes of aerobics (with the kids bouncing along right under me) and actually took a shower (with Luke playing peek-a-boo with the shower curtain the whole time). All of this may sound like a normal day for Doris Day, but for me...well, it's pretty rare. I have treasured every feel-good moment of today and hope to decorate the table tonight for dinner!!

Hope you're all having a "Doris" day.