wishing for a maid

Haven't done the nap thing yet. Got hungry. Still working on the lunch thing, but I think Advil is beating Tylenol in terms of effectiveness. It really is a bummer being home by myself in this state. I need a mom--or a maid or something. You know, someone who will jump up and fix me soup just because I said I'm hungry and because I feel like the walking wounded... Oh, what's that? I AM the walking wounded? Ok, then, where is the nurse/maid? I seem to have gotten short changed on this deal. *LOL*