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My little apparently has the flu. It started with a sore throat and headache, quickly followed by a high fever and chills, add to that projectile vomiting of one big breakfast all over my freshly shampooed carpets and it’s been a banner week thus far. I’m not complaining. My heart is breaking for my Bella. There is simply very few things worse in the world than having to see your child sick. I cleared my schedule and have been dutifully wiping noses, administering ibuprofen and Tylenol, cleaning eye boogers out ( do you know why they are called that? Because it is actually excess snot that has no place else to go. Yeah, I just learned that today.EWWW), incessantly pushing the fluids, and enforcing nap time like I’m the Gestapo. I will do whatever it takes to get these littles well again.

We all know how hard it is when our babies are sick.Sleep is basically non existent for me this week. The hardest part has been keeping the two apart. Bella has pretty much been lying around the house like a limp rag with that glazed over sick look that kids get when they are almost completely out of their head with fever. But Gabs, that firecracker has not gotten this variety of cootie yet and so she soldiers on…right into the cootie infested waters of her sister’s room. I run back and forth rerouting her all day long. It’s become a full time job this week. And since I have been waiting on Bella hand and foot because she is so ill and I am trying to conserve her energy as well as contain her germs, Gabs feels that she should receive equal treatment. So , yesterday, every time Bella called for water, a blanky, a fallen lovey..Gabs called out immediately after for the pillow to be fluffed, her water on the nightstand next to her to be lifted to her lip, or to tell me that I don’t love her as much as I love her sister because I took her temperature first ( you know because the fact that her sister was running a temp of 104 was obsolete and she had none).

Bella is so sick that I can’t even leave my house to go to store to replenish my diminishing supply of Tylenol, Ibuprofen and chicken noodle soup. I was feeling literally at my wits end, and on top of that, I was feeling trapped. Trapped in my house about to lose my ever loving mind. I was so desperate that I had to breakdown and ask the Big Guy to take a personal day and come home as soon as he could. I was desperate! Then it happened, a little ray of sunshine into my day ..actually it was three rays of sunshine.

First, my friend Nicole, called and we talked. We caught up. It was the first real catch up conversation that we’ve been able to have since the holidays and it was needed and rejuvenating. You know how some people’s voices are calming and make you feel easy and relaxed. That is Nicole. She is laid back and awesome. Put it this way, when I am in full on crisis mode ( as I tend to be a lot these days) she is my voice of reason. She reminds me that I am more than just a Mommy,that I am a person, that she is my friend.That this craziness, whatever ledge I happen to be on on any given day, is temporary and it will pass. She also tends to agree with me that I am mostly right and the rest of the world is wrong. For that, I will always love this girl. Her call made me get out of my head and think of more enjoyable things. Thank you, sister!

Then, my friend Sarah called and we spoke. Sarah is one of my closest friends and like one of my little sisters. She is also my neighbor and she is the kind of Mom that I wish I was in many ways. She is the Mommy who can take a knee and a soft voice and meet chaos and tantrums with grace and understanding. I’m serious, I’ve seen her do it. Me on the other hand, I have to make a conscious choice not  to roar, and sometimes I still end up doing it. She is one of the kindest and sweetest women I know. She is the friend who I can talk to about everything marriage and Mommy and she meets it with complete understanding and never any judgment. She probably has no idea what that means to me. She reminds me that it’s OK not to be a perfect Mommy, as long as I love my children and do my best by them. On top of all that, she is that friend who knew I couldn’t leave the house and picked up meds and goodies for my girls, just to make them feel better. She’s about 31 flavors of amazing.Thank you, girl!

Then, as I was cleaning the never ending supply of eye boogers out of Bella’s eyes for the Umpteenth time yesterday, the phone rang. I ran to answer it because I thought for certain it was the Big Guy telling me that he would be able to come to my rescue. I looked at the phone and I did not recognize the number AT ALL but I answered it anyway. Words can not describe how happy I am that I did. On the other end of the line, came a voice of a good friend that I’ve never actually talked to in real life..it was Naomi @OrganicMotherhoodwithCoolwhip. We have “known” each other for quite some time and we speak online all the time. I feel like she is an old friend but we’ve never actually met. She called just to say hi because we’ve both been so busy and have not chatted in awhile. She totally made my day. At the minute in my day, when I was literally up to Bella’s eyeballs in eye boogers, Naomi came in and took me away from it. She was like a sweet little dose of Calgon, right there in my cootified, snot inundated, germ infested nightmare. We immediately fell right into a comfortable conversation,like to old friends. Thank you for once again brightening my day,girl!Love you in a big way!

Then, last but certainly not least, the Big Guy called to inform me that he was coming home to help with the sickness duty.My day was made! It’s the little things that add up to mean so much. On a day when I wanted nothing more than to throw in my Mommy towel,  three fabulous ladies and one Big Guy became my super heroes. I’m sure they have no idea what they did yesterday, but the reality is that their words, kindness, time, concern, friendship and love…saved my life.

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It’s been one of those weeks. The girls have both been sick for a week, I am sick, my husband comes home this weekend and he is getting sick. Everybody feels like crap, we stay in our jams, there’s barfing, coughing up lungs, spitting ( oh yeah..so ladylike), fevers galore, me putting the girls in luke warm baths to bring down fevers ( any idea what that’s like? Its like bathing a cat!) and thermometers sticking out of every orifice in the house. It’s basically been a three ring sick circus and I’ve been designated the damn ring master of Germapalooza. Just for the record, its no fun being the ring master when you feel like shit. Summer sickness? What is that? At least when I am sick in the winter, I feel like the malaise is confined to my body; my person. In the summertime, with the heat, I feel like the entire universe is conspiring to kill me. It is horrendous.Couple that with having to watch more poor babies be sick, the helplessness that comes with that in itself; I feel absolutely miserable! You all know how badly I felt this week, I mean Monday I called my  own Mommy for help. (She didn’t come but that’s another story altogether).Here, I am walking around in a fever induced delirium trying to force fluids and keep track of meds for my girls, charting temps, rationing toast,and wiping noses and asses…all week long…all while trying not to pass out myself. Is that even safe? Fortunately for me, a family who is sick and ailing together..naps together. Ahh, naps, you sweet , sweet bastards you helped me survive this week.
Amidst all of this bubonic bliss, I couldn’t help but take a little inventory of my house and myself. Brilliant , right? I look in the mirror and see the crypt keeper with bed head, eye boogers and fever blisters. Pretty , right? What’s more pathetic is I look at my usually adorable kids and the poor babies, they look like..well, the crypt keepers children. Worse than that, I do care but I am too sick and tired to do anything about it. So, I put the kids on the sofas and we lie there in our ugly silence , sipping tepid water, wiping our noses and watching Netflix! Then , my crazy little over active brain takes over. It’s been known to do that. I’m a thinker, sometimes I wish I could just be vacuous…blissfully vacuous!
In true Mommy fashion, I decided that every morning before I started feeling my worst, I would make an attempt to clean my house. As a general rule, I have been working until I feel faint from the cold meds. (I learned that lesson the hard way while trying to place some decor above the kitchen cabinets. I turned around so quickly on the chair that I got dizzy and lost footing. Thank God I caught myself, the hospital would have locked my girls and I away for good if we came into the emergency room looking the way we did.) After almost falling and or collapsing for the third time, I decided to give myself over to the disease and accept that sometimes we just need to take off our Mommy Super woman cape and say,” To hell with it, I need a nap!” Because in the end, who cares what we look like or the house looks like when we are sick..we’re sick. What is important is that we take care of ourselves so that we can get well…and take care of our sick husbands! At least that’s what I’ve been told!Happy and Healthy Mothering!

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Coming off this past weekend where I just spent every ounce of my energy tending to two very sick little girls, you can imagine my dismay when I called my own Mother this morning ( who was supposed to be coming for a week long visit)  only to find out she has changed her mind.

It went a little something like this:

Me: “Hi, Mommy (Yes, I still call her Mommy). So, when are you getting here?”
Mom:Hesitation in her voice, damn she must have read my FB updates about sick kiddies, “Well, I am trying to figure that out. When do you think would be best?”
Me: “Well, I thought you were coming tomorrow.”
Mom: “Well, I’m trying to figure out what will work out best for BOTH of us.”
Me: “Mom, the girls have both been sick all weekend. I am exhausted and to be honest, I think I am getting sick too. I could really use your help with the girls THIS week!”
Mom: ” Sick? What kind of sick? I think maybe I should come the week before the 4th of July.”
I think as soon as I confirmed the sickness rumors and she heard the word “sick” all she heard from then on out was white noise.

WTF????? Did she misunderstand that I just asked my MOMMY for help? What part of “I need help with the girls” is she having trouble understanding?

Me: ” Mom, are you coming or not?”
Mom: “Well, what do you think would be best?” ( I thought we just went over this!)
Me: Again, am I not speaking English? “I think I need you THIS week. The girls are getting well and will want to be playing outside and I will want to be in bed dying.”
Mom: “Ok, well you let me know.(Hello? Is this thing on?)  Oh, by the way, can you come here this weekend for you brother’s birthday party?” Commence my eye rolling and seizure having.
Me: WTF???Seriously, what the hell is going on here? Where is Ashton Kutcher, surely I must be getting punked! I love this woman but I am thoroughly confused. Apparently, we were playing a game of Chinese telephone that I had no idea that I was engaged in because she understood absolutely nothing of what I was saying.” OK, Mom. I will call you back.”

Apparently, my Mom doesn’t want to come take care of my children while I am sick but won’t actually say no. She’s from the south, they don’t like to be “ugly” about things. So, to recap; as I was being Supah Dupah Mommy this weekend taking care of any and all urges and whims of my poor sick children, my Mom is probably at home , at thsi ver moment, Lysoling the receiver to be sure she doesn’t catch my cooties through her land line. How can she be my Mom and we be such different types of Mommies? I should add that she only lives an hour away and she ALWAYS tells me , “When you are sick, if you ever need me to come help with the girls..JUST CALL!” I did! So much for that idea. Now, here I go back to my whining sick children ( Gabs is lying in bed making a sound like a dying calf) as I try my best not to go delirious with my own fever. Happy Mothering!

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