A while ago my husband had the flu. He then shared it with my 3 year old. When you have a sick toddler and you are the care taker there's a pretty good chance that you will get the bug too. I tried thinking that I was instigating the Mommy-protection-bubble on myself when I would pick her up and rock her. Then my teenager that jinxed me when he said "You know when you are that close to her you are going to get sick too right?" Yeah, I guess I should have just left her puke on the floor for everyone to step in all week too, just so I wouldn't get sick. But I made the sacrifice and cleaned it up anyways. Her room really stunk. Both the area rug and the mattress took a hit. So I bought some of that Febreze and now it smells like vomit laced with fresh outdoor linens. Big Girl has sprayed it liberally and I've found it induces migraines, so I hid it up high in the front closet. Don't tell her, she knows how to move a chair and get what she wants.
So, this weekend I took Big Boy to a movie (just the two of us) on his "date-night" (btw he hates it when we call it that, the rest of the kids get a "date-night" when it's their turn with us, but his has to be called an outing....LOL!) and about 10 minutes into Iron Man 2 I started to feel weird. I had mapped out the days and figured I better get the tomatoes planted that day just incase. Sure enough, just after Scarlett Johansen takes Robert Downy Jr's fingerprints I had to run for the bathroom. I told Big Boy I'd meed him in the car after the movie. That is one long movie! As I suffered through the exhaust fumes in the parking garage trying to get myself comfortable I had the wild notion that my teenager would be so appreciative of me letting him sit there happily watching his movie while I suffered for 2 hours in the car. What was I thinking? Teenagers? Grateful? He wasn't -and it made me mad. On top of being sick I was now mad.
But over the past few days I have had many others come to my rescue. Some friends took the kids to church for me and another nice friend brought some dinner in. My husband was out of town you see. It is nice to have someone around for me to show my appreciation for. And tomorrow we are going to have a memorable memorial day waiting to see who the next victim of this virus will be.... Is it bad if I say I hope it's my teenager?