Can you find the cat?

I’m home.  Sick.

Being sick is the worst.  In theory it sounds good to be stuck on the couch or in bed doing nothing.  Until you are stuck on the couch or in bed.  Doing nothing.  And doing nothing is really not an option.

I’ve had family with us for 3 weeks.  We went to New York City for part of that.  We hosted Thanksgiving at our house.  Decorated the house for Christmas–which feels like moving every time we do it.  Boxes, chaos, displaced stuff, piles, dust.  Our diabetic 15 year old cat got sick.  We just got back from Syracuse.  There was a two hour delay for school because of all the snow and ice.  I can’t find my toiletries.  I have piles of laundry.  My floors are covered in glitter, snow puddles, fur (both cat and dog), and various other unidentifiable things.  I need to Christmas shop.   I need to wrap presents.  I’m in charge of my 8 year old’s Holiday Party which is less than 2 weeks away.  I’m going to Philadelphia in a few days.  I’m helping host my sister-in-law’s baby shower right after the holidays.  And all I can do is sit here.  I’m not complaining.  I’m just anxious to get ‘er done.  A commercial just came on that said when you remain at rest God will work wonders.

Ok I’m resting.  Let’s see what transpires.

(And this picture of my family room is an anomaly of the rest of the house…meaning–the rest of the house does NOT look this serene.)