I know people have much more serious problems day-to-day. This is just to show how sometimes you have to take a look at your life and laugh. This is from about six years ago, when my kids were younger.

Here is how my week went last week:

Sunday

Nothing special happened. Just a nice, quiet day with the family at home.

Monday

Started to not feel so well. Got worse as the day progressed. I realize I am sick when I am shocked by how easily Jessica Fletcher was able to deduce the killer on “Murder, She Wrote” today! Went to work feeling REALLY bad.

Tuesday

Decided to spend the day on the couch, sick with the flu. My daughter, Nikki was at school, and the toddlers (my son David and my niece Katrina) could entertain each other while I festered on the sofa.

Got a call at 10:15 from the school nurse. Nicole had a fever of 101.1. After picking up Nicole, I headed to CVS to get medicine and assorted sick people stuff.

Wednesday

Nicole is home sick. Fights me a lot on staying in bed, cause she feels “so much better”. I try to keep her and the little kids apart to avoid anymore sickness. Day goes pretty smoothly, except that I am still sick, too.

Kit arrives from AOL for DSL service. Hook it all up… Doesn’t work. Doesn’t surprise me.

Fifteen minutes before Katrina’s mother arrives to pick her up, I must stop working on the AOL problem because Katrina has an issue. Seems she was trying to listen to the sound of the toy truck’s motorized wheels. She now realizes you SHOULDN’T do this with long hair.

I try to unwind her hair from the tires, remembering Wednesday is the day her mother likes her to be ready ASAP, cause they go straight to bowling. Unscrewing parts of the truck is useless. I then go to get a hammer. Katrina’s expression can only be described as “No, no! I meant to attach this truck to my head!!!”

As I calm her and explain that I am just going to pry the tire off, David voices his deep concerns: “Don’t ruin my truck!” Tire comes off and her hair slides off the axle. Interesting twisty thing going on with the hair, decide to let her mother deal with that. They leave. David then appears to be running a temp.

Thursday

Nicole and David are both sick with 101.1 fevers. Doc says to wait another day before bringing them in. I know this is just the Doc’s way of avoiding me. My older son Steve puts out all the trash for trash man. I make sure it is all gone and find a few more items in boxes to toss out, but I wait to see the trash man arrive before bringing them out.

When he does arrive, I “hurry” out to get them to him. I am literally two feet from the truck and it pulls away. I am thinking he didn’t hear me. So, in my stocking feet in the rain, I turn in the street and take my trash back. Then the horn beeps and they decide they have had enough fun with the sick, pathetic man. I throw the boxes into the truck and go back into the house.

In the bathroom I notice I forgot the trash can there, the one with all the tissues and disease from a house with three flu-ridden people. The trash can laughs at me. I wonder aloud if hallucination is a bad sign. Our dog Max says no. I go back to the couch.

Day goes well, kids stayed up in bed all day. Literally 5 minutes before my wife arrives home, Nikki decides to make David scream by drawing on him. With markers. Separation occurs, and I go back to playing Go Fish with Katrina. This game is much harder when you are sick and I am losing. I think.

Friday

Nicole is off to school. David is home sick still. After lunch I take a long hot bath. Feeling a bit better, finally.

Saturday

Work was horrendous. Nothing new there. Did grocery shopping and walked out of the store to snow and ice. Ah, Spring! Brought groceries home and went to take a nap.

Hear what I think is the paper boy throwing a big paper on the stairs. Moments later, my wife comes into the bedroom, disheveled and wet. Seems she was the noise on the stairs, falling down them that is. She says she is sore but okay. Oh, and she isn’t feeling too well.

Next week should be interesting.