Most days, I fly around my house disguised as “SuperMom”. You know the kind, leaping from here to there, folding tighty-whities with one hand, coffee-cup in the other, while on a conference call and seriously reconsidering the color of my last pedicure all at once. However, that could also be the ADD talking.
Yet, the time comes when my arch nemesis comes to wreak havoc on my life. If you are a parent with children of a certain age, or in any type of childcare/school setting, you will know what I am talking about. Able to take a Mommy down with a single germ, it’s the stomach virus. Let’s just say that instead of baking and making merry for the holiday season, I have been laying on my sofa, with the Weather Channel droning on for hours (in case they wonder why their ratings are higher in my zip code), and cuddled under my down blankie. Yeah, I went there, my blankie. There has been no coffee. Not much of anything. Toast, it’s all good. Would have better had it been smeared in apple butter or something. However, the germinators don’t want you have to that. No. When you get sick, there is only one thing they want you to have.
{BRAT}!!
No, I’m not calling you names. It’s the diet. {Seriously!!}
- Bananas
- Rice
- Applesauce
- Toast
All sorts of nummy (still not convinced), bland goodness meant to quell nausea and um, well, *kicks rocks* bind things up. However, it seems to be working. After all, I’m sitting in front of a monitor writing, so it has to be doing something. I’ve even had 3 sips of coffee. Score!!
In all seriousness, the stomach virus nastiness I hope has passed from my household for the time being. It has to be the change in weather and everyone keeping everything closed up, so all of the kryptonite is contained in area…wherever our kids are located. I don’t remember having a stomach virus ever as a child. I need to call my Mom, because I don’t think I did. If so, that would explain me getting it every time someone mentions it.
No, that does not mean I will be spraying Peanut down with Lysol as soon he gets out of school. I will just remind to keep his hands off of his face and when he comes home to wash his hands and serve us both up a cup of green tea. In the meantime, my down blankie is looking at me with come hither eyes. Time to go wrap myself in it’s plush cuddles.
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