i didn’t want to do it. last week i didn’t do it, but i probably should’ve. in fact it is probably because i didn’t do it then that i am here now. after all i am sick. this rotten cold has progressively gotten worse. i think it might even classify as a sinus infection. i know this nasty virus is making its’ rounds coast to coast, but today it has me playing hooky from mass.
my poor husband has been gone all week, he was working out of town and here is busy being “me” since he came home. he has very patiently washed all of his clothes, as he leaves again on monday, he went to the grocery store yesterday, made lunch and dinner, this morning he got every one showered and ready for mass, took the kids to mass, came home, got every one changed, packed up all the baseball stuff and off they went to the park.
i would’ve done all those things too- if i were feeling well. but why does it seem so much nicer when he does it? why does every one notice him at mass, wish me well and feel sorry for him? heck, i am even feeling sorry for him, even though i am the one sitting here, wasting away. i look like rudolph, smell like carmex, a pile of tissues to my left, sewing stuff and books on my right and i even watched emma on netflix. however, if this is some sort of lenten sanctification for him, who am i to interfere? after all, he’ll leave again tomorrow morning and i’ll still be here. i’ll be “me” again, reality having slapped me out of my vicks’ induced stupor. but just for now, while the house is so quiet, i’ll just sit here and play hooky.
want to see what i made with my “hooky”?