Only moms will recognize the title of today’s post. I love Charlie and Lola. More than my kids do, even. I think it’s the accents. I don’t know that I’d ever be able to discipline my children if they had British accents.
But I didn’t come here to talk about Charlie and Lola. I really AM really ever so not well. I think I caught FirstBorn’s cold. I’m not sick enough to go back to bed but I feel too sick to want to do anything. Too bad for me. First of all, I can’t leave the Little People unsupervised. I’m trying ever so hard (I’ll be channeling Lola for the rest of the day, I’m sure) to finish a few projects around here before my husband gets back to town. The Little People could undo everything I’ve done before I could even find a Kleenex to blow my nose.
I think one of the dumbest ideas I have ever had was when we’d had a week of sickness at the Snoodle house. We don’t have many weeks like that. Apparently the theory that exposure to dirt builds kids’ immunity is true. Anyway, all the children had passed around the same germs to one another and I was worn out from the wiping…whatever you’re imagining I was wiping, I wiped that week. By Friday, I was “wiped out.” I thought to myself, “I wish I could catch this next just so I could lie down for a minute.” Oh, you’d better believe I caught it. But there was no lying down. That week I realized the sad and cruel truth of motherhood that isn’t in the What to Expect books. “Sick mamas” get to do all the same things “well mamas” do, they just feel lousy doing it.
So don’t get too close to your computer screen. I’d hate for you to catch my cold. Don’t worry about me. I’ll make it…somehow. Seriously, maybe I’ll push myself to finish my list today so I can collapse in a heap on the couch this afternoon….after we finish school. And swim lessons. And I figure out what we’re going to have for supper. And work on my continuing education credits for my nursing certification that expires in five days. Right after that, I’ll lie down.