I woke up today two days out from having the worst food poisoning ever (not really, I had salmonella last summer) and on day three of a monster migraine that was helped along by the absence of food and water in my body.
Determined to at least get out of my bedroom for awhile, I tore through my medicine cabinet hoping for one leftover pain pill from something done when we had insurance.
You see, my migraine meds were crazy expensive on insurance and without they are $300 for NINE PILLS. Yeah…sucky, right?
So I came across one tiny pain pill leftover and shoved it in my pie-hole hoping it would allow me to get through at least a few hours in the room with our newly acquired Shriek-O-Matic(aka Bubby).
Ok, he is not so newly acquired but his early jump into the terrible twos means he has decided that every word must end in a shriek. Great for parties and migraines alike! Not so much….
Anyway, the pain pill has worked too well, or at least it has some side effects….it has made me incredibly hyper and I have a need to do something…anything!
On to the point of the story (see pain pill rambling….) my eyes have suddenly been able to open and see my home. My poor home as it has been for the past three days that I have been stuck in my bed trying to still my weak tummy and simultaneously cover my head with a pillow to hide from the shrieking monster’s cries.
I have come to a conclusion….”Man” clean is nowhere near “ME” clean. I think my hubby did only what was necessary to keep our home from becoming condemned and keep access to the food for him and my son.
My daughters intelligently escaped to grandma’s house at the first sign of Mommy-sickness. Apparently they do not like “Man” clean even if their room stays in a constant state of “Kid” clean.
“Kid” clean I have come to realize is in between “ME” clean and “Man” clean. It often involves lots of food wrappers and toys but no real threat to our health.
In the state of “Man” clean, the bathroom and kitchen stay fairly (I’m using that term lightly) clean, I assume because they are the two most important rooms to my hubby.
However, everything else gets lumped onto the dining room table and the coat rack in the front room for me to handle when I get better. Let’s just hope I never get ‘for real’ long-term kind of sick or the house might fall down around me!