First I have to say I find it highly ironic that I spent most of Thursday and Friday bouncing around to "Better Now" by Collective Soul and then spent Saturday and Sunday sick in bed. (Dontcha think?)Yes, I said Collective Soul and yes this is something I would probably never admit to if I was functioning at full capacity. When this song came out I had just had surgery. It wasn't anything major, but it was still terrifying. I'm not sure if all my friends and family realized just how scared I was because as I've mentioned before, when something bothers me greatly I tend to ignore it. In fact, some of my co-workers weren't aware I was having surgery until I missed three days of work. That's how little it was discussed. But I feel safe in my assumption I'm not the only one who has an incredibly embarrassing song that they find unbelievably comforting and uplifting. I still remember one of my best friends in college really loved "Hold On" by Wilson Phillips. Yes, I did make fun of him until he told me it had really helped him thru a tough time. (Then I just mocked him in my head, cause I'm a little evil. Should have had the surgeons remove that too.)Besides my feel better song, the other thing I need when I'm really sick: my Mommy. Yes, I am an adult. Yes, I can take care of myself. But I don't wanna! Admit it. You don't want to either. We all revert to being big babies when we don't feel good. Lucky for me my Mom lives half a block away. Really. And she has told me repeatedly she will always be happy to take care of me when I'm sick.The extra helpful part of Mom taking care of me is that she will also take care of my dog, Lexy. So this morning when I finally managed to force my eyes open and rolled over to see Lexy laying on the floor looking up at me, I was a little surprised she was wearing her "Will you PLEASE get the hell out of bed so I can PEE?" look. Mom came in not long after and I asked if Lexy had been out. Because while I knew my parents would offer to let Lexy out, there was the possibility that Lexy wouldn't go. Maybe Lexy had sensed that her owner was ill and in need of attention and refused to leave my side.Yeah right. Not only had Lexy been out but my father, who walks my parents' dog Gizmo around the front yard every morning, had walked Lexy around the front yard as well. But despite the fact I was sick, I knew what was wrong. None of that counted. I am Lexy's mommy and therefore I needed to get my sorry ass off the couch and open the back door. Which I did after about 15 or 20 more minutes. 30 tops.What I haven't figured out: When Mom makes a box of mac & cheese it tastes a thousand times better than when I do it. How does she do this? I've watched her. We do the same things. We use the same ingredients. Why can't I make it as yummy? I love pasta! I LOVE cheese! This should be my thing! Why does it often come out tasting like goop? And can I convince Mom to make me some mac & cheese right now?