Diarrhea, Uh-uh-uh
Does it not feel like five minutes ago that you were torturing some poor sap in the third grade with that disgusting chant? Oh wait, I WAS that poor sap.
Now my sap is 34 years old and here I sit, in 86 degree heat w/ 100% humidity, with the dreaded aforementioned affliction. Poor Seth has contracted what can only be described as the mystery illness - his only symptom being an irritating fever that won't go away. But Mommy - poor Mommy, she has inhaled this mystery bug only to have to work itself out in the form (or not) of the shatty-shats. Lovely. My dinner plans for a lovely turkey chili are out the window and I am forced back to my childhood "sick" dinner of grilled cheese and a dill pickle. Don't get me wrong, I secretly love this meal, however it means that things in our household are not running smoothly and what you will learn is this: I don't work well when things aren't running smoothly. When they aren't "normal". When I say I don't work well I mean like that t.v. you bought at last Saturday's garage sale. I like things to go as they are supposed to. Life with a child is pretty routine, at least at our house. Then something like the mystery bug comes along and screws everything up. Naps are longer, meals are left untouched, bathtime becomes the equivalent of an exorcism. I don't get a chance to get the gym, the one place I can call my own. I am not happy when I can't get to the gym - I need to have that hour to myself where I don't have to cook, clean or use the word "No".
Will I call the pediatrician? No. I certainly will not as we have been there twice in the last two weeks and they have yet to tell me anything I didn't already know. Will the illness pass? Will my son ever be his happy, energetic old self? Yes hopefully by Thursday at the absolute latest. Will my own viral infection skedaddle out the door as quickly as it showed up? Let's hope so. Until then..."people think it's funny, but it's really ...." okay I'll spare you. Until next time.
Lo
Now my sap is 34 years old and here I sit, in 86 degree heat w/ 100% humidity, with the dreaded aforementioned affliction. Poor Seth has contracted what can only be described as the mystery illness - his only symptom being an irritating fever that won't go away. But Mommy - poor Mommy, she has inhaled this mystery bug only to have to work itself out in the form (or not) of the shatty-shats. Lovely. My dinner plans for a lovely turkey chili are out the window and I am forced back to my childhood "sick" dinner of grilled cheese and a dill pickle. Don't get me wrong, I secretly love this meal, however it means that things in our household are not running smoothly and what you will learn is this: I don't work well when things aren't running smoothly. When they aren't "normal". When I say I don't work well I mean like that t.v. you bought at last Saturday's garage sale. I like things to go as they are supposed to. Life with a child is pretty routine, at least at our house. Then something like the mystery bug comes along and screws everything up. Naps are longer, meals are left untouched, bathtime becomes the equivalent of an exorcism. I don't get a chance to get the gym, the one place I can call my own. I am not happy when I can't get to the gym - I need to have that hour to myself where I don't have to cook, clean or use the word "No".
Will I call the pediatrician? No. I certainly will not as we have been there twice in the last two weeks and they have yet to tell me anything I didn't already know. Will the illness pass? Will my son ever be his happy, energetic old self? Yes hopefully by Thursday at the absolute latest. Will my own viral infection skedaddle out the door as quickly as it showed up? Let's hope so. Until then..."people think it's funny, but it's really ...." okay I'll spare you. Until next time.
Lo
posted by Lo at 12:50 PM
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