A Pox on Our House
We are all sick. Again. What’s this? Like the thirtieth time this season? Realistically, I can count about four times since Halloween. I’m done. I am sick of being sick. No more! No MORE!
I am sick of…
-buying tissues, picking up tissues, and prying shredded, used tissues out of the baby’s mouth.
-buying cough supressant, homeopathic remedies in bulk, vitamins, juice and cough drops. I could run a pharmacy from my house at this point. It’s true! And I would pass out old Halloween candy as treats too.
-wiping snot. Suctioning snot. Smearing snot.
-that red spot under my nose. It’s raw, itchy and burning. It may be red but it so does not go with my holiday party outfits this year. That red spot will land me on the worst-dressed list to be sure.
-not enjoying play dates, school or a normal workout routine because some or all of us are… SICK!
No H1N1 here. No actual pox. Just the plain ol’ average and irritating cold has knocked us down again. I want to rail against it. I want to filibuster this cold into non-existence, but it just won’t budge. It laughs at me as I wipe down doorknobs and Lysol every chair and surface in my home. “Resistance is futile”, it says with an evil, phlegmy laugh. Rest for Dr. Mom is but a dream.
