Submission

I just put the kids to bed, and seeing how it is barely eight o'clock, I thought I might get a little cleaning done before I hit the sack.  My house is an absolute disaster, I'm talking nuclear, and this was my best shot to get some cleaning done without kids making it counterproductive.  But here's the thing.  I feel awful.  Like total garbage.  This cold, or whatever it is, will not relinquish its hold.  Just looking at the mess is making me ache all over.  So I have decided to ignore it all, and go to bed.  I'm adopting a Scarlet O'Hara attitude, and I'm gonna think about it tomorrow.  I'm gonna crawl in bed, have a glass of wine, read for a few minutes, then hopefully pass out.  And that's it for this evening, my moment today is total submission.  I am giving in.  Tonight, the cold wins.  Maybe tomorrow I will make a beautiful comeback.