Whatever happened to the perks of getting sick? Like the unlimited supply of ice cream and bedtime stories? Honest…I’m not complaining. I actually had a little ice cream tonight. I guess I just get a little nostalgic when I don’t feel good.
I miss the sound of a vaporizer. The old fashioned humidifier that my mother used when we had a bad cold. She would put it on the floor beside my bed and it made this soothing, purring sound that would lull me to sleep. I’m not sure if there is anything else out there that makes the exact same sound. Not the electronic buzz of laptops, ceiling fans, and cell phones. Definitely not my geriatric dog and her loud snoring. But it is a comforting memory that I can almost pull close enough to hear. I’ll be focusing on that tonight as I try to fall asleep.
As for now, another Sunday is almost at a close, and another full week of work is looming in the very imminent future. I’ll be grasping onto my memory of the humming vaporizer to calm me.
My weekend wasn’t exactly stellar. Not that I expect every weekend to be activity filled or restful. Some weekends are neither. Some weekends are just a blip on the radar. But some weekends actually have you longing for the office, and in my book, that is not a good weekend.
But good weekend or not, I’m determined to have a restful Sunday night. After all, the best part about having a crappy weekend is that it only lasts for two days. I get to have a brand new one next week! And my Sunday evening was shaping up to be pretty nice.
So as it turns out, even a horrible weekend can have a happy ending!
Unlike Mother’s Day, this Sunday all of my children elected to come home for dinner and watch a movie with me. In fact, they demanded I sit in the family room and watch a movie with them. How could I possibly refuse? I have no idea how many nights like this I have left. As in, my kids are growing up fast and soon they won’t be around to spend time with me. I, on the other hand, plan to be around for fifty or so years to nag them.
There are still leftover problems from the rest of the weekend. Things that will have to be worked out during the week, I’m sure. I still have hives from my medicine. And I still have the little matter of the reason I’m taking the medicine to begin with. These things aren’t likely to go away anytime soon. But I’m not going to worry about that tonight. I need to focus on getting a good night sleep, and remembering to set my alarm. Not necessarily in that order. And if the opportunity arises, I might just talk to my husband. I won’t be holding my breath. That probably isn’t good for me. And I’m all about doing what’s good for me. From now on anyway.
Until the next time…I’ll be dreaming about my imaginary vaporizer!