It's true, I've been sick for a couple of days. In the last 12 hours I have watched a movie, taken a nap, and responded to 3 emails, and I'm exhausted. But I don't want you to feel sorry for me because it's also a little bit awesome. When I was a young mom with little kids I used to envy Cory on a sick day because he could just stay in bed or lay on the couch until he felt better to return to work. When I was sick I still had to wipe butts, drive carpool and make sandwiches while fantasizing about 2 hours uninterrupted to watch something other than animated aardvarks or creatures with TV's in their stomachs whose sexual orientation was questionable.
I DO WHATEVER I WANT.
Which is what makes last night so puzzling. Samantha was in the other room doing homework and I was on the couch watching TV when Cory and Drew arrived home from basketball practice. Seeing me on the couch Drew glanced my direction and asked, "Hey Mom, what are you watching?"
"Hannah Montana: The Movie," I replied.
He stopped, looked at me, then shook his head and said, "I'm not even going to say anything."
I have no defense. I hadn't taken my NyQuil yet so I can't even claim being "under the influence". Let's just say the remote was really far away and I hadn't eaten much, alright?!