TGIM

Bleh.  I'm sick again.  John's getting sick, and Alex, well, the jury is still out on his symptoms (allergies or cold, we just can't tell). 

I hate being sick on a Monday.  The house is always filthy on Mondays because John's been home all weekend messing it up.  Those who knew John before we got together are probably surprised to hear that my husband is a monumental slob.  He wouldn't agree.  In fact, he'd downright deny it.  But, it's true.  His mere presence in the house seems to cause laundry hampers to overrun with dirty clothes.  Sinks to fill to the brim with dishes.  Counter tops to go missing under mounds of clutter.  He also drinks all of Alex's Juicy Juice, but that's a topic for another post.  Adding to the pig sty that is our house on the weekends, we've had the windows open because of the heat and there's a thick layer of dust and grime on every horizontal surface in the house (there's construction going on a few streets over blowing dirt all over our neighborhood).  If you walk across our floors in white socks, the bottoms will be brown by the time you get to the family room.  It's disgusting.  I do a full house cleaning every week, and it's completely undone by Monday.  And I'm sick today.

Thankfully the last few weeks my mom has been taking Alex out on "field trips" on Monday mornings.  She comes and picks him up first thing about 8:30 and they go off doing all kinds of fun stuff.  Trips to the mall, parks, farms, museums, today they went to an indoor amusement park for little kids.  She drops him off around noon or so completely pooped out.  He absolutely loves these outings with Grandma.  He sees her car coming up the driveway and starts bouncing around until she comes in, then grabs her hand and leads her right out the door to take him to play, barely giving her enough time to say hi and grab a diaper bag.  In fact, if my mother comes over any other time, he cries when she leaves, surely thinking she's forgotten to take him with her.

I enjoy having the morning to myself, I'm able to clean the floors, do the dishes, go to the grocery store and start laundry.  Things that would easily take me twice as long to do if Alex was around.  Today, being sick and all, I even got to take an hour long nap.  It's amazing how productive I can be.  Even nicer is since Alex comes home exhausted, he goes right down for a nap and I get two to three more hours to do whatever I need to do.  When he gets up in the afternoon we're both rested and happy, my chores are done and we usually have a great time playing until Daddy comes home.  Who knew Mondays would be one of my favorite days of the week

Today Alex is having a hard time staying asleep for his nap.  He's woken up twice already crying.  I ended up putting him in my bed and surrounded him with pillows hoping he'll stay asleep for another half hour or so.  He was up all night last night crying too, which is a good indicator that he's sick. But when he's awake, he seems like his normal happy-go-lucky self.  So I really can't tell.  He's got a runny nose and a cough, so it could go either  way.  Since I'm sick, we're going to stay home from the soccer game tonight, try to go to bed early.  I want to nip this thing in the bud if it truly is a cold because his last cold lasted well over two weeks.  With the weather as nice as it is and a couple of play dates we have setup this week, I'd hate to have him sick and miss out.