I hate being sick

I don't think anyone likes being sick.  I know I certainly don't!  I am grateful for the most part that I have no where I have to be this weekend.  However, because it is the weekend, it also means that everyone is home with me.  I love my family, but the little annoying things they are do are super annoying when I don't feel well.

I went to bed last night and was able to get over ten hours of sleep.  It was wonderful.  I had to set my alarm this morning though, because we had an appointment at the bank this morning.  This is one of the few Saturdays we are in town and Andrew didn't have to work, so we needed to get some banking done.  When I woke up this morning, I instantly knew I didn't feel much better than yesterday.  My plan was to enjoy the fabulously cool weather and sit and watch college football all day.  When my alarm went off, Andrew got up and took the dog on a walk, and I hopped in the shower.  Then I went out and unloaded the dishwasher and got dinner started in the crock pot.  I knew I wasn't well when the fact that there were no bags of frozen potatoes made me cry.  I found two bags that were half full though, and made that work.  After the appointment, I planned to just rest.  My family had other plans though.  I'll be honest, I am incredibly annoyed.  No one could put anything away, and when I started harping on them, Andrew took their side because I wasn't "being patient".  Why should I have to ask more than once (or even once for that matter) for the kids to throw away their trash or put their dishes in the dishwasher?  It took every thing I had to keep moving and fight tears, and I even told Andrew that.  In the meantime, in addition to picking things up, I started a load of laundry, folded a load from earlier, and paid some bills.  I am so incredibly annoyed that my family can't just let me be!