I hate being sick. It must be the flu, part 2.

I've had hardly any sleep on top of it because my kids are sick too. They seem to get worse at night, so I've been lucky to get 3 hours of sleep per night.

We're all coughing, sneezing, sniffling, managing fevers (100 - 104.8 F), soothing sore throats, slathering our noses with Vicks Baby Rub (hey, I like it better than the traditional Vapor Rub), drinking gallons of hot tea and cold juice, taking hot baths to relax sore muscles, staring off into space, and groaning.

I honestly don't even have the mental ability right now to write anything for Kristen's Guide. I wanted to do a big to-do for Earth Day, but I'm having a hard enough time just trying to write this entry. It has taken 15 minutes just to get this far. (And thank you for inventing spell check.) An entire KG article would take all day, and then it would probably still sound incoherent.

Hey, at least being sick, tired, and mentally useless has let me catch up on my neighborhood cat watching. There's a new gray and black one with a cut off tail. Poor thing.

On another note...

A couple days ago, a woman came to my door asking for help. She was trying to get away from her angry, physically aggressive boyfriend. He's the kind of guy who is already living with a woman whom he has a two-year-old daughter with while dating this other girl on the side. I wouldn't be surprised if there were even other girls in the scene, and they're all probably getting physically pushed around and abused as well. Nice guy.

So we took her in, locked the doors, and called 911. Meanwhile in my brain, I ran through multiple scenarios of what I would do if he showed up at the door, if he tried to get in the house, if he tried to hurt anyone, etc. I decided that I could use colored pencils to poke his eyes out if I had to. Fortunately the guy never did come to my house. The kids thought it was cool to have uniformed police officers in our living room. And on the TV, Oprah was asking the question, what would you do if you saw a woman getting abused by her boyfriend? (I already knew the answer.) The police thanked me for helping the woman out. They said that most people don't want to get involved. (I patted myself on the back as well.) She managed to find somebody to come pick her up, and then she went home.

I hope she stopped seeing that quality guy. She seemed like the pretty and smart type who has no self confidence or self esteem. She could easily find somebody better if she just stopped settling for less. It's a typical story.

Standards, women! Standards! Deciding to stick to a set list of standards was the best thing I ever did for my life. It convinced me to say good-bye to guy after guy until I met my husband. My husband is the best man in the world, at least to me, because he has exceeded every standard on my list.

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