By the Numbers

One
sick boy.

Six
days of fever.

Zero
hours spent at school (Sean).
hours spent in the office (Meg).

Ten
choices of beverages in the fridge
in hopes of keeping the sick boy hydrated.

Three
hours of History Channel viewing (average daily).

Six
DVD episodes of "Everest:Beyond the Limit" (four consecutively).

Too numerous to count
segments of "Spongebob Squarepants".

One-tenth (approximately)
the usual nearly-fourteen-year-old appetite.

Twenty or less
miles put on my car this week.

Hundreds
of precious minutes alone with my boy
bringing drinks,
monitoring temps,
editorializing on TV shows,
exchanging expressions of care disguised as sarcasm,
and taking care of my almost-high schooler
who doesn't require mom's services
for much of anything anymore.

One
morning without a fever.

One
recovering boy.

and

One
slightly cabin-fevered,
weary,
but happy
mom.

Just One

I wish I could start AND finish a project at my house.
Just one.
I don't even care WHICH one;
Any of the many will do.

I'm a great starter and a lousy finisher.
"Highly distractible" perhaps.
Can you spell A.D.D.?

Maybe putting this JUST ONE desire in writing
will be the motivation I need.

I'll keep you posted. :)