Does this happen to anyone else? One of the kids stays home sick, and instead of being attentive and doting on the sick kid you decide to start fifteen different projects.
I seem to forget that a sick day is still only about five or six hours. One cannot remodel a living room in six hours.
But that doesn't stop me, and by the end of the day I have half-peeled wallpaper hanging off the walls, half-sorted boxes of junk spread out all over, and piles of dust sitting in the middle of the floor that I hadn't quite gotten around to sweeping up.
On the last sick day I baked cookies, scrubbed out the fish tanks, and folded all the laundry while Matilda napped off a fever on the couch.
"You can never just stay home," Gary observed.
Today I took Matilda to the doctor for some antibiotics and then parked her on the couch so I could clean out her dresser drawers.
Part of me feels guilty. On the other hand, it's the only time I'm ever actually motivated to accomplish things.