Dec 31 2008
Viruses Are Made for Spreading
It never fails.
When mom is sick and in dire need of some TLC, 24 hours of uninterrupted sleep, and perhaps a near lethal dose of Nyquil, the crap will inevitably hit the fan.
Currently our household is afflicted with the plague. At some point our borders were breached by some kind of uber-virus camouflaged as a runny nose. In a house with four kids, the cross-contamination is a given. That runny nose was passed on from one child to another, from that child to their mother, mother to father and back again, until everyone, everyone was seeping mucous. Harmless enough, right? What’s a little cold among family members?
Except instead of clearing up, it’s getting worse.
Yay!
Think puke, think ear infections, think orange tinged drainage. I’m coughing up solid chunks of something that could possibly be lung. Trust me when I tell you, it’s hard to sleep when you’re hacking up organs, when the offspring are waking up covered in last night’s dinner.
Is it no wonder I’m so anxious to leave 2008 behind?
I’m ready to hit that big reset button. Start fresh in 09 minus the infections and whining and drama. That’s an option right, to shed the grossness and wake up cleansed, rejuvenated, ready to tackle anything except more of the same phlegm covered same?
Please tell me that’s an option.
To all of you healthy people out there, bring in the New Year with a delicious bang.
For the rest of us, just think reset button.
