I’m a fan of Tylenol P.M.
Just a half a dose. It’s non habit forming.
Especially when I am trying to get back on the exercise routine and can barely walk.
Except when my kids are getting sick and get in bed with you. I might be in such a fog that I can't tell my kids apart. Even if the one that is potty training says she needs to go to the bathroom, I might be too tired and just tell her to use her diaper.
I’m a fan of inviting friends over for dinner.
Except when we have to cancel.
I’m a fan of a nice quiet day at home.
Except when it’s due to body fluids of any nature. And it’s never actually quiet.
I’m a fan of an unseasonably, beautiful warm day.
Except when I can’t be out to enjoy it.
I’m a fan of saying no.
Especially when it means our schedule will be less chaotic.
I’m a fan of McDonald’s.
Especially when the kids think they really have to beg me to go there.
I’m a fan of doing things with my kids.
Except when it involves them watching me exercise and telling me what I could be doing better at 6:00 a.m. Or when they eat their food very loudly in my ear.
I’m a fan of people watching.
Except when it’s in the pharmacy line at Wal-Mart. Seriously, you see things you do not want to see there. I may have tried to gauge my eyes out if I had a sharp instrument and didn’t have to drive home.
I’m a fan of Pepto Bismol.
Except some people think it can cure the stomach flu. It can’t
I’m a fan of clean carpet.
Except when it has to be cleaned because someone puked Pepto Bismol on it.
I’m a fan of the doctor’s office.
Except when everyone there is coughing and wearing masks.
Especially when your kids are sick and they give you medicine. And suckers.
I’m not a fan of buying movies.
Hello, that’s what the library is for.
Except when waiting for a prescription for a really long time and looking for things to do to stay away from the pharmacy.
I’m a fan of cuddling up to watch a short, funny Christmas movie.
Especially when no one notices I’m asleep and they all think I’m enjoying it along with them.
I’m a fan of making cookies.
Except when they are peanut butter. I don’t like those. Oh wait, yes I do. Rats.
I’m a fan of letting a sick child sleep with me.
Except my husband does not agree.
I’m not a fan of sleeping on the couch.
Except when I’m a little psychotic about my child’s breathing.
I’m a fan of night time.
Especially the quiet at the end of a long day.
2 comments:
I saw your blog on the blogfrog. This is so cute!! I may have to "borrow" this idea. Seriously I was laughing!
Monica
Ick. We are leading parallel lives. I have had lot of different bodily fluids on me since Thursday, when my youngest started the trip down what we suspect is H1N1 lane . . . Hang in there with your sick ones!
Here's a little laugh for you: I once heard Garrison Keillor talk about having stomach viruses as a kid, and his mom giving him Pepto. He said it didn't work, but at least it turned the vomit pink and made it smell minty. :o)
-- Nancy
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