Apr 02 2009
Another One Bites The Dust
It didn’t take a crystal ball to foretell that one sick and contagious child was only the beginning of my woes. Especially when said plague bearer was continually hacking unrestrained bits of toxic phlegm in to his younger brother’s previously healthy face. Not to mention the inadvertent cup sharing, face licking, and finger sucking.
The dominoes are falling, one by one, into influenza’s sinister clutches.
The two-year-old, my diapered bundle of harnessed electricity, is currently a bleary eyed feverish mess. It is compounded by the fact that his ability to communicate is not quite as evolved as his older brother’s. Complaints and requests are usually shrieked at an inaudible pitch, possibly one only dogs can hear. Trying to decipher the words is another thing altogether. It’s almost like playing a really angry version of charades with someone from another country where language and hand gestures are completely reversed - holding your stomach means you want to be carried, rubbing your eyes means you’re cold, throwing up in Mommy’s bed means…well, that one is self explanatory.
So of course, mostly capable Mom, is for the interim, reduced to a worried, neurotic, scatterbrained lunatic. I’m agonizing over every cough, every whimper, every uneaten bite of Jello and unsipped cup of water. It makes me short tempered and irritable and generally unpleasant to live with…just ask the rest of the family.
It’s going to be a long weekend.
Yikes. Reading this just makes me so thankful everyone is healthy here.
I think. These things tend to sneak up unexpectedly.
Wait…did I hear a cough?
Is that a runny nose?
Look at what you’re doing to me. Ugh
Sometimes when my daughters are sick I think it would be better to just let them cough (or barf) on one another so I know they’re all going to get it. Playing the waiting game to see who’s next is no fun. Hope everyone is on the mend soon.