My immune system is not what it should be. Every year, right around this time of year, I come down with some sort of full-on bout with something gross. Not the common cold, mind you, but a "sleep for 48 hours, cannot crawl out of bed expect if bed has actually burst into flames around me" sort of affliction.
I come down with this despite the fact that I am an avid hand-sanitizing geller and am borderline compulsive about hand-washing after "anything yukky" (define as you see fit). My husband, in contrast, probably drinks out of the urinals at work as a passive-aggressive display of control against my "it is cold and flu preventative hand-washing/gel season!" campaign of mild insanity. And ... who is the one that gets sick?
On Monday, I woke up and knew my pre-Christmas illness had arrived, like clockwork. 102 fever, chills, aches. I think I have SARS. Last year, I believe it was the the bird flu. Year before, Ebola.
So, Ethan dressed himself (plaid pants and striped shirt complemented nicely with plastic camo army boots, which he BEGGED for - nice, very nice) and we proceeded to school. Actually, first I called my dad and begged and pleaded with him to please please please pick up Ethan for me and drop him off at school because I, literally, did not have the strength. His response, "Sometimes as a mom, you just need to suck it up." Thanks, Dad! Your awesome Christmas present that I spent way way too much on - going back.
Normally, at our house, there is breakfast for Ethan and toothbrushing and other grooming and a bunch of general merry-making because I am so FUN in the mornings (or so it goes in my shiny, glossy fantasy world). This particular Morning morning, I simply threw a handful of dry mini-wheats into a Ziploc bag and grabbed a juice box, which I tossed to Ethan in the backseat before we started the drive to school.
I wish I had a photo of his face:
"This is breakfast???!!!! But ... but, I wanted pancakes....."
"That is breakfast - now eat it or you will be hungry."
And ... cue whining ... you would think I had run over the kid's puppy right in front of him. Or - ha! - set his cat on fire (only funny if you have read previous post).
So I convinced him that it was an extra-special breakfast because we are having a car PICNIC - which is super great fun!!!! He totally bought it. Which cracked me up. Then I went back to sleep, for two days.
Mommy: 1
Cranky Preschooler: 0
I come down with this despite the fact that I am an avid hand-sanitizing geller and am borderline compulsive about hand-washing after "anything yukky" (define as you see fit). My husband, in contrast, probably drinks out of the urinals at work as a passive-aggressive display of control against my "it is cold and flu preventative hand-washing/gel season!" campaign of mild insanity. And ... who is the one that gets sick?
On Monday, I woke up and knew my pre-Christmas illness had arrived, like clockwork. 102 fever, chills, aches. I think I have SARS. Last year, I believe it was the the bird flu. Year before, Ebola.
So, Ethan dressed himself (plaid pants and striped shirt complemented nicely with plastic camo army boots, which he BEGGED for - nice, very nice) and we proceeded to school. Actually, first I called my dad and begged and pleaded with him to please please please pick up Ethan for me and drop him off at school because I, literally, did not have the strength. His response, "Sometimes as a mom, you just need to suck it up." Thanks, Dad! Your awesome Christmas present that I spent way way too much on - going back.
Normally, at our house, there is breakfast for Ethan and toothbrushing and other grooming and a bunch of general merry-making because I am so FUN in the mornings (or so it goes in my shiny, glossy fantasy world). This particular Morning morning, I simply threw a handful of dry mini-wheats into a Ziploc bag and grabbed a juice box, which I tossed to Ethan in the backseat before we started the drive to school.
I wish I had a photo of his face:
"This is breakfast???!!!! But ... but, I wanted pancakes....."
"That is breakfast - now eat it or you will be hungry."
And ... cue whining ... you would think I had run over the kid's puppy right in front of him. Or - ha! - set his cat on fire (only funny if you have read previous post).
So I convinced him that it was an extra-special breakfast because we are having a car PICNIC - which is super great fun!!!! He totally bought it. Which cracked me up. Then I went back to sleep, for two days.
Mommy: 1
Cranky Preschooler: 0
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