Last night when we went out for dinner our hosts were both sick with a cold and now we are sick. My husband, son and I are all feeling crappy. My daughter appears to be fine so far and went to school this morning. The rest of us are like sloths. It is Typhoid Mary over here. Usually on Monday I clean the house but today I have only managed to strip the bed and start a load of laundry. It is almost 3:00 and I am still in my pajamas have no energy to eat anything. I am taking Cold Fx and will probably be feeling better in time to go back to work. Oh, joy. 

Last night an ambulance pulled into our driveway then left again to go up the street. It went into the house of the man that uses a red-tipped cane which would mean he is visually impaired but sometimes he runs down the street very fast and other times he doesn't use the cane at all. Anyway, there was a police car there as well. I don't know him so I can't be a nosy neighbour and go over and find out what happened but I hope everything is OK. Our other neighbour needed help getting in and out of her car this afternoon and now I am wondering what is going on with her. Ah, the life of a nosy neighbour.

OK, this post has taken me all day to write. That is how slothful I am today. I did end up cleaning the bathroom and putting new sheets on the bed. My god, what would a woman from 100 years ago think of me? Then again, I do have a full-time job, but still. I get a little bit of a cold and my world shuts down. Earlier today I put a load of laundry in the washing machine and forgot to start it. 

My kids are driving me crazy but I think I am driving them just as crazy. From the time they were small they have been taught to not only clean up after themselves but to actually clean. They know how to wash floors, clean the bathrooms, do laundry, cook meals and clean up, vacuum, dust and all the other tasks required to keep a house livable but they just don't do anything without having to be asked. Kids today are so damn lazy. How is it that my kids were raised to look after themselves and yet refuse to do it? Again, 100 years ago things were a lot different. 

I was just looking back at my draft folder an I have one post that says simply, "Tonight I had a phone call." WTF? I have no memory of the phone call, who it was from or what it was about.