The Plague

I have been sick.

Not just a little under the weather, but full out flu SICK. It has not been pretty around here. It’s been the high fever, chills, body aches that-make-you-want-to-die sick. My hubby would come home from work and find me still in the jammies I’ve had on for two days and have a shocked/pity look on his face and say “You look….not so good”.  Now my daughter does not put things quite so delicately.  After I go pick her up from school, which takes every bit of energy  I can muster, she says “Wow, you look like crap.  I hope none of my friends see you”.  Thanks dear.  They both were right though, I looked like walking death. The house is a mess, dishes piled up, laundry overflowing and my daughter’s clothes everywhere.

Here’s the problem with being sick when you work from home, everywhere you look you see your job. Now if you work outside of the home and you take a sick day, you can stay home crawl in bed and away from all the office tasks. Not me, every time I hobbled down the hall, there is my studio — with projects I’m getting farther and farther behind on, and it’s been making me crazy. Besides the house looking like a bomb went off.

So as the days wore on (and I had taken about four NyQuil flu pills) I began to think “Maybe I’m feeling a bit better, I should get to work”.  Bad idea.

After I work for a few minutes I start to realize that four NyQuils throw off your coordination a bit:  My painting looks sloppy, my distressing looks weird and as the NyQuil starts to wear off I realize “I.am.freaking.sick.” So as I lay there on the floor next to a headboard I’m working on,  I dump a can of paint. It flows everywhere. All over the floor, all over me, on the nicely groomed white dogs…  So there I am, laying on the floor in my 2 day old jammies, dark rings under my eyes, pale as can be, in a cold sweat and my I-just-escaped-from-an-insane-asylum hair, covered in paint. On that note, I decide that I surrender. That is until the next day, and I do the whole thing over again.

I just don’t have time to be sick and it makes me crazy. This has lasted a whole week! Sunday was the first I felt slightly human again. So my husband is trying to get me to ease back into my projects instead of killing myself to make up time only to end up right back in bed.

I think today I might be adventurous and actually get dressed today. I might even throw on a little makeup just to spice things up. Maybe I’ll even leave the house. Or I could could just stay in my jammies all day and distress a great big bookshelf.  Probably the latter will win out.

I hope everyone stays germ free. Make your spouses wash their hands before entering your house. Hose your children off before they can come inside. De-germify your teenager’s cell phone. Trust me you do not want this bug.

Too sick for new projects, here is a little side table I did for my cousin a little while back.  I got it at a fundraiser garage sale for the humane society. It was a bit scratched up and dated, but it had good bones. I used an ivory chalk paint and distressed it. I didn’t glaze this one, it was one of my first projects and it was before I had tried glazing. I think it turned out pretty cute!